My high heels passion

This is a testimony about my favorite fetish passion through my life and how does it interfere with this site and the Internet. Many might find common experiences to this text while others will think it is something totally strange for them. Just remember we all are different people growing up in different environments. Anyway I would like to hear your comments on this and love to have your personal experiences and place them here - with your permission. There may be other places (forums, chats etc.) more suitable for text hosting and opinion sharing but a site is usually more attractive and easier to navigate, as everything is visible and not hidden under a few words heading link.

Ending up now...

Briefly saying my "shoes obsession" has been the reason to enter the Internet world at the end of 1997, two and a half years ago - and, with that, to use a computer for the FIRST time in my life! Ending up now, I work in digital photography professionally with great success (I actually was and am a pro photographer) and since early 2001 I am an associate of a web design office... All because of my shoe desire! This time, mid 2001, I am on the Macromedia Flash learning curve and my age is over 40.

The first years

I have grown up in a country and an era where any straying from the "orthodox" sexual behavior would be considered as a sickness and be rejected and derided by other people, the good, straight society. Of course nowadays this has changed but still e.g. gay people cannot demonstrate their love in public without some gossip around. So, until some years ago, it was impossible even to mention my vivid fantasies.
My passion rose from a minority complex since my 7-8 years. I was a modest, shy child, and by watching the power of the women shoes and the destruction they caused after their step this complex flourished during school into a shoe fetish. By that time, being smaller and shorter, the adult shoes seemed huge to me as I was looking them from a closer distance and comparing them with my size is like dealing today with a shoe 3-4 times bigger than yours (*). Oh, how much did I love to watch the 60's fashion pointed shoes and their sharp heels dipping in the soil or nailing on wooden floors... Those sounds of creaking parquet, clicking metal heels and grinding leather soles are still in my mind. I can still listen the wooden floors suffering under their weight! I remember my self lying down examining their marks closely for times, pretending I was playing with my toy cars. Every little branch, leaf, flower or object I would find crushed into these tiny holes was generating histories of its destruction to my mind and I was exciting my self to this moment over and over in slow motion.

Growing up

Growing up I still was shy enough to propose (an affair) to girls I liked and lonely enough to have a very... creative fantasy. Thus started to imagine myself being very tiny and crushed by my favorite girls classmates shoes or by older women walking about carelessly, or being carried away stuck at their soles and heels (GTS - giantess and crush fetish). Shortly I was reviving my younger age fantasies but this time the star was me. On time, starting to have my first affairs, my fantasy de-evolved. As real girls entered my life, shoes were starting to lose their exclusive importance and sexual substitution so now in my dreams they were smaller, and I became equal to them. Many times I was fantasizing myself sleeping inside them (this refers to the vaginal, pre-birth experiences) where it was hot, moist and protected from the side yet powerful and strong with their sole and heel beneath. I could even talk to them and they talked back to me (since I was a lonely child with few friends and nobody to confess and share my passion I had to "invent" someone that could listen to it and be sure he would not decline or reject me. This kept on for many years.) Time passes with my fetish stars hushing to their original size as my relationship with the other sex normalizes but women shoes, my first love and sexual experience, are still amazing me. Now their pointed high heels represent the male genitals and women are wearing them to rape a man's ego and will. And their hollow warm and - sometimes - wet embracing sheath for the foot represents the woman genitals.

Why high heels?

A man's life is still a woman that wants to force her high heels all over him! Or, further more, us men are revealing our hidden female nature (femininity) by substituting and recognizing women with high heels as she-males. By making love to a high-heeled woman we do primarily prove our manhood so nobody could blame us, while the woman has the power of TWO penises, her two high heels, piercing and forcing us as well. On the other hand, a single - penissed "macho" man wins his two - penissed opponent! What a sovereign victory, what a sweet trophy! (Really, have you ever wondered why women are NOT having any fetish with men's shoes?)

...And not only that

Some would say that the view of a high heel, the higher the better, is pulling up the womanish side from a man's soul. I am not an expert but don't forget that both genders are having masculine testosterone and feminine estrogen hormones. Their balance defines our sexual behavior as adults. And there is no such thing as a 100% "pure" male or female person. The high heel, with its camouflaged penis identity, is triggering a man's hidden homosexuality under the cloak of a fashionable accessory and feminine domination symbol. And the man that receives this message reacts very relaxed to its view because he actually deals with a part of a woman - and this is allowed... Under such circumstances it is much easier for him to relief the pressure of any hidden attributes (homosexuality, femininity, masochism, Oedipus syndrome, reduced tolerance to stress etc.) so the attraction of men to high heels is easily explained.

What men know that women don't

Other theories that women bodies and appeal are sexier when on high heels (caused by raising their hips and extruding their breasts) are only surfacing the problem. These messages of elegance and attractiveness are having deeper causes and one of them is analyzed above. Women are emitting sexual signals any way they can and it's up to us, men, to decode them and respond! All types of shoes are important weapons to a woman's arsenal of charm along with skirts, lingerie, jewelry, bags, hats or glasses. But high heels are very uncomfortable and painful walking devices that may cause severe foot deformations for life. They also demand a long period of practice to reach the "sexy" heights while not walking ridiculously. Despite that a big percentage of women would not quit wearing them, at the expense of their health. If a woman just wanted to have tight hips or aggressive breasts she would use Wonderbra or anatomic stockings. Why wear high heels? Because WE like them and they want to BE liked by us! So, it is men who hold the key to the high heel fascination, and more precisely a specific category of sensitive men. The vast majority of women think it's just the body shape changes and extra height heels give that attracts men. Very few really understand the true meaning of this little piece of wood, metal or plastic that elevates the back of their sole. Most probably because they have extra male hormones which makes them aggressive and dominant. These women are dangerous to us...!

Is it only about height?

Another theory that high heels are sexy because they make a woman look taller is partly right. Since the dawn of history all big things were considered as important and powerful. Thus everything important and powerful should be big and high! Look around a city. Who lives at the taller houses and higher floors? Which company owns bigger offices? Where poor (=insignificant) people live? Now go at a city thousand years back. Where is the residence of lords and kings? The big high castle. Why are churches huge? Because there lives someone VERY important... So you see that size matters to the sight. A taller woman looks more imposing and pulls up the Oedipus syndrome (where a man is in love with his [strict?] mother from childhood). Suddenly the man becomes shorter, weaker and looks younger in front of a lady that climbs several inches onto her shoes. She becomes tempting and dominant. The struggle of conquer arises and generates sexuality.
Apparently this does not exist with the majority of women that turn us on when lying on bed in their fine high heels...

High heels, my wife and me

   Enough said to explain - and excuse if you want - my fetish. Of course there are much more to be told but not for now. I just wanted to introduce you to the how's and what's resulting me to such a behavior. I hope I did. I also hope it was interesting or helpful to you as well even if everyone's history may be less or more different. Now to my wife and life companion since 1984 and how she got into it. When I met her the only shoe trend she had was limited to shopping! Slowly, REAL SLOWLY, I tried to show her and make her understand that I have a special "secret" interest about something that might be bad or maybe not, might ruin our love or even not, perhaps she would like it but probably not and what a great relief would it be if I could tell her but prefer to suffer within than lose her. (Needless to say that our relationship did NOT start with shoes only on mind, even though this was my eventual purpose. It was established through true love. Without this it's most unprobably that my wife would have accept and adopt my fetish so well or we had been so long together. This is very important).
   Back to our history now. The mystery of the "sorrow prince" was going on for some time, so when I was "forced" to reveal that it was "only" about shoes she did everything possible to please me and show me how wrong had I been all that time not to trust her... Of course, when it was shoe time I had to "act" as going for an Oscar! Not that I did not want or like it, but it always had to be something special. And how could it not be!
   Now our shared passion keeps us together with confidence. We have never cheated each other (at least as far as I know :-) and when our relationship is getting bored a nice new pair of shoes is enough to revive our flame, promising hours of delight. I am sure that she will always please me better than any other woman, and she feels secure knowing my secret key to the ultimate delight so I never go away from her. And security is the best chain for a woman as the good sex and food for a man!

High heels, the Internet and me

On to the Internet now. Things are quite simple and predicted here. Before the Internet I thought to be the only man in the whole world with this "specialty" about shoes and even there were other people like me it would be impossible to know meet or contact each other. Even if they were sitting right beside me at the bus or be one of my classmates, friends or even my parents how could I ask them? That's why I wanted to introduce my fetish to my wife, who I really loved very much. I did not want to live with it alone any more. I wanted to share and enjoy it. When I heard about people in the Internet who share experiences anonymously it took me no more than a few seconds to take my decisions: I would finally learn how to use a computer, at my 38! (as mentioned before I now run a digital photo studio and create web sites). Well, that was it. Looking around at several common sex links I finally got on some fetish sites and from there to shoes. I understood that since there are shoe paysites on the net there would be enough people to pay and maintain them. Suddenly I was no more alone!!! Eventually I discovered the Open Directory sites (dmoz.com and dmoz.org) and got surprised with the volume of the relevant links... People like me were all over the world, demonstrating their sweet passion!!! I started visiting every site I could find downloading their pictures like crazy. It was a treasure discovered, a life cause fulfilled.
Feeling remorse of taking the free stuff, the images of other people who have worked to shoot them and put them there, and been excited that I finally could reveal my childhood fantasies I decided to expose our selves (my wife and me) and create a site with our own pictures, the goldenheels.com, thus contributing to the international shoe community. I had to learn web designing and so I did. The Goldenheels was the first site I made. In the meanwhile I discovered the excellent theme forums at Delphi.com where people are applying their messages, open to everyone, under a nickname. (For more see our links page.)Now, easier than ever, one could be whoever and whatever he decided to be. The Internet anonymity permitted people to realize their fantasies and reveal their hidden personality without the fear of being recognized or be fooled. Even the weakest characters now had the total control to go away and be vanished with no traces or clues left behind if something was going wrong - as easy as clicking the "disconnect" button. Internet is the global everyday carnival, the ultimate psychiatric clinic.

Who wants to be "cured"?

Clinic I said? Well, OK, let's finish with that. All these years that my passion was hidden and depressed it was boiling like steaming water in a sealed pot. It was my (our) little, unique secret eagering to go out but could not. Suddenly the Internet opened the relief valve lighting it up with the fact that we were not unique. Soon the magic disappeared. If I wanted to be "cured", now it would be very easy. I did not. My wife and me are having a good sexual life and our little fetish spices it up - and some times creates it! We do have "normal" sex and with high heels it simply becomes better. And, of course, this is still our sweet secret among people we personally know... For whenever we see a lady wearing attractive shoes we smile to each other meaningfully, implying a pleasant night to our bed!

John.

(*): Adult shoes are one and a half to two times the children size, plus the perspective enlargement that makes them look twice as big to a kid that observes them from almost half the adult height.(Back)

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