Normaly I would have taken a taxi (as secretly as possible) to bring me back home/to the hotel. The difference here was that I had booked the trip spontaneously and therefore wasn't accompanied by friends. Thus I was in a foreign country with a group of "strangers". So no matter how much I would blame myself, no matter I would be regarded as indecent or rude, 2 days later I'd say "Good bye" and that's it!
I'm still a bit confused WHY it excited me, but I'm glad I didn't follow my first thought and went to the hotel but took the opportunity. Because I enjoyed it!
I have to admit that still I'd make myself scarce if this happend with friends or colleagues. So I wish and at the same time fear that it happens again. And so I have played with the thought of doing a short trip unaccompanied and proposefully bring me into this situation. But I'm not sure HOW to do it. I mean, if anybody would notice that I "lost" my shoe on purpose, I would die! (I just reread the paragraph: It soulds like I'm taking psychotropic drugs. But OK, I've written it and won't delete it.)
Well it's never happened to me but I can imagine the the feeling of the shoe being tugged involunatrily from my foot, maybe while I was reading the paper and therefore distracted while on a train and the thief jumps off at the station that we've just pulled into to. Something along those lines....
The possibility of not being able to find the shoe, even though it may be within my grasp is quite a prominent feeling. Having a shoe pulled off by mud or a person is quite similar. It's probably just the sudden feeling of the shoe being pulled off that appeals.
What I will say is that you're very perceptive, because you've said something that I've never realised before (maybe because I'm not such a deep thinker) but that rings very true to me. I think that probably I did take on the Cinderalla role when I was younger and you're right: I liked it. I try to be serious and adult some of the time but deep down I'm a very girly-girl...! I'm pretty sure I can pinpoint the exact episode when I realised that losing a shoe did something for me. But for the fact that I was only eleven years old (I'm sure you like your ladies a bit more mature :-p ) I think that incident might be something you'd have enjoyed. I'll tell you about it another time but for now I'll just mention that I spent half a day at school wearing only one shoe and even had to go home on the bus that way. I can't remember a time when I didn't lose my shoes, but I guess that's when it became a bit more significant, if you follow me...
I liked your description of your favourite situation. Have you ever seen it happen - I mean... just right? It seems that it's probably unlikely, I mean to say that the only woman I regularly see wandering around in one mule is me, so I know that your ideal situation is rare. Of course, I agree with you when you say that shoe shenannigans (good word, that - shennanigans - must use it more often...) are nice in themselves but there are so many other things that are pleasurable as well. I do so love losing my shoes though... and the thing that gives me a lot of inward pleasure is that I can explore some of my deeper sexual kicks in public, in broad daylight and in a busy street. The guys that are into bondage and humiliation and S&M and so forth can't really say the same, right!
I'm sorry to hear that you don't know of any other women who like losing their shoes. I've never known another girl to specifically like it either, although I have to say it's not something I've ever talked with in depth about with another woman, for obvious reasons. I did sort of hope that you had a small army of girls emailling you to tell you about their latest stiletto-heel-left-behind-in-grating incident... it might have helped me to feel less weird! I'm not really bothered though because I'm fairly happy with myself and the way I come across to other people. Dammit I'm very happy... and at least I can talk about things with someone who really understands - so I'm lucky that way too.
Simply put, I like to lose my shoes and I like all of the things connected with losing my shoes. I like shoes in themselves and for themselves so I suppose I'm that rare thing - a female fetishist. I like the look of feminine shoes... I like the way they make my legs look, and I like the way they make me walk. I LOVE the things you can do and the things you can get away with in a pair of high heels. I've never really wanted to think too deeply about any of this but I'm sure it's all tied up with power somehow. If I lose a shoe I can be powerless... helpless... and you've no idea just how erotic that thought is for me. On the flipside of the coin, if you get the right man - and you've no need to feel out of sorts here Kinja because I know for a fact that you're most definitely not alone in your likings - you can have him eating out of the palm of your hand simply by dangling your shoe from your toes! A victory that comes that easily makes you feel so powerful... so controlling and that's erotic also.
Do I like it when a shoe comes off and I quickly get it back or do I want it to be lost for a period of time? It depends on the situation. I have to say that nine times out of ten if I lose my shoe, whether accidentally or on purpose, then it's right there where I left it, so I quickly get it back. For me, even the physical event of my shoe falling off feels fantastic. I like the anticipation of knowing that I'm in danger of losing a shoe. If I'm wearing mules then no matter what else I have to worry about or whatever's happening at work or whatever the weather is doing I'll always feel flighty and happy. I'll often start to walk faster and faster. They're pretty secure at first but as I speed up I can feel a slipping at each step. As I speed up yet faster I can feel the shoes almost flying off and then the jolt as my heel hits with each step and the shoe is knocked back on. Then it's only a matter of time. When I have the sudden shock of a warm foot touching cold - or wet - ground that's a marvellous feeling also, particularly when I didn't do it on purpose. If I have to walk around for a while with only one shoe ( which doesn't happen that often ) I like the lopsidedness of one high heel and one bare foot. I like the embarrassment...
What do I think if or when a shoe is permamently lost? Believe it or not, in fifteen years of dangling and losing shoes this has never happened, although it nearly has a few times! But there's always a first time...
Do I purposely kick off a shoe or do I just walk and relax and not try to keep it on my foot?
Sometimes I'll kick off a shoe deliberately. I have a car that I can use to get to work, but quite often I take the bus. Many of the busses in England are double-deckers, where you either sit downstairs or go up a narrow, very steep spiral staircase which is located just behind the driver at the front of the vehicle. I always sit upstairs. I'll often wait until I get almost get to the top of the staircase on the bus (which is moving off from the bus stop and jolting about just as you are trying to climb ) before I flex my toes and "accidentally" drop one of my shoes. Normally if you leave a shoe behind on a staircase it will wait right there on the step for you but on a steep narrow spiral stair it always falls end over end and clatters to the floor of the bus. Then, you more than likely have someone following you up the stairs, which are too narrow for you to pass by and so you can not immediately retrieve your shoe! Whatever happens next, its always something interesting. Sometimes some kind person who's following you up the stairs will bring the shoe up to you - one guy once even did the full Prince Charming thing and insisted on grabbing my foot and placing the shoe back on himself! I find it every bit as exciting though when the person following me isn't the least bit chivalrous or helpful, which happened once. The guy behind me just stood there blocking my way back down the stairs, so I had to continue to the top of the staircase, one shoe on and one shoe off, and get out of the way so that the guy could get to his seat. Then, with the bus lurching around I had to tiptoe down the stairs and look for my missing shoe. If the bus was crowded with people I wouldn't have put it past some joker to hide it, but that didn't happen. All in all it's an interesting way to start the morning...
Other times I'll just walk and relax and try deliberately to not think about keeping my shoes on, like you say. When I do this then the outcome depends on what I'm wearing, of course. Some shoes will stay on pretty well unless you give them a bit of help, most shoes will stay on for a while kind of waiting until you've forgotten about them before they fall off, while I do have outrageous shoes that unless I concentrate fully I'll walk right out of both of them within ten seconds!
Have I ever lost a shoe on a date or to get a man's attention? Absolutely all the time! But I've written enough tonight so I'll tell you about it next time - promise.
#2
I just thought of something to cheer me up and maybe give you a laugh as well. I had a night out at a comedy club recently where the joke was nearly on me...
My friend from work Kath had a birthday last week, and a group of about ten of us went out with her to celebrate. We had a few quick drinks (the bar on the waterfront near where I live does a buy-one-get-one-free happy hour in the early evening so we all got quite "lively" quite quickly) and then we went on to the venue which was a comedy club called Jongleurs.
Jongleurs is laid out with tables crowded in a horseshoe around a small stage, and there's a balcony, also horseshoe-shaped, to hold more people. The place maybe holds four hundred or so customers but due to the layout everybody is quite near to the stage and gets a good view of the acts. We had two tables stage left upstairs on the balcony. They have waiteress service there so that people aren't roaming around disturbing other people who are trying to watch the comedians, and so there was a steady flow of drinks coming to the tables (well... we were celebrating). The first comedian was an Australian bloke (can't remember his name) in a loud shirt who spent all his time having to deal with bad hecklers. He put them in their places expertly, so we were all on our best behaviour!
"Enough of the comedy review", I hear you shout, "get to the point". Well, of course me being me I couldn't resist a bit of a dangle, and before long my right shoe was hanging off my foot. The first comedian left the stage and the second guy (an Irishman called Kevin Gildea) came on and by this time I was getting beyond tipsy and moving towards being drunk, which is usually when the trouble starts... I was laughing at the comedian so I was only half thinking about it, but it was definitely starting to seem like a good idea... I moved my leg out so that my foot was poking into space through the bars of the balcony, and let my dangling get more and more adventurous. My shoe got so that it was only hanging on by the very tip of just one toe, and I knew that the slightest touch or movement of any kind would send it off into space... It was dark and smoky in there, and the thought crossed my mind that if I lost my shoe at this point it would be difficult and embarassing to get it back. Anyway, what does Kevin Glidea suddenly start talking about at that very moment but a Shoe Thief!!! He was doing observational comedy about how you often see women at the end of the night walking home carrying their shoes instead of wearing them, and his take on it was that they were worried about some guy who wandered round stealing shoes!
Suddenly I really, REALLY didn't want to drop my shoe and interrupt a professional stand-up in the middle of a routine about losing shoes... I knew I was in for a hard time from the comedian if I did (he might take it as some kind of a bizarre physical heckle) and what's more with the place being full of drunken idiots (self included) I rated my chance of having to go home one shoe on one shoe off at nearly 100%. So...I'm sorry to say that I bottled it!
I will say though that it was a bit nerve-racking regaining control of my shoe - I couldn't move my foot at all because I knew I would just lose the shoe instantly, so I had to slowly reach out with my arm and grab at it (not easy when you're drunk). Even then I nearly messed it up and dropped it! Anyhow, I took things a lot easier after that.
#3 To put a lighthearted angle on something fairly bad, at least I have some shoe-related news for you! it seems to me that one of your favourite things must be to see a girl who has not only lost a shoe but has little or no chance of getting it back? I remember you asking me if this had ever happened to me. I can't remember my exact reply but I know I've only been close to this a couple of times in my life, and that I'd never actually had to head for home with one bare foot and only one shoe before. Since we spoke last though, this has happened to me not once but twice...!
Well now that I've got your attention... ;-)
The first time happened in mid-December last year when I went Christmas shopping with the guy who was until recently my boyfriend. We went into town to finish our shopping, and it was a nice, bright, cold, busy Saturday morning, but I had a bad feeling that had been building up since we got up. Have you ever been with someone and at first you think that you're imagining it but as time wears on you gradually realise that there's a really strained atmosphere but you don't know why? Just little things really, but you realise that your partner is being a bit short with you, but somehow over-polite at the same time? Later on when you look back on things you realise that they were absolutely hopping mad about something, but at the time you just didn't get it. Maybe you don't know the kind of thing I'm talking about and if so, you're lucky...
Anyway, I'd been trailing him around all the shops for a couple of hours with this nasty atmosphere, when we were leaving the Broadmarsh Centre via their big glass doors. I went through first but as I walked through he trod hard on the back of my heel. My shoe popped off my heel, made a loud scrape, my toes half caught it but not quite... (I should explain that in England the current fashion for women's shoes is for slip-on court shoes - pumps you call them - with pointy toes and a low kitten heel, and that's what I was wearing. Guess how well they stay on when a heavy bloke treads on you while you're walking...? ) Now this is one of those little accidents that some women hate, most women think is embarrassing or funny, but I actually like! (Maybe we should talk about that sometime...) Anyway, my shoe wound up a couple of feet behind me and pointing backwards, so I just turned round and gave him a big smile while I fished around with my toes and wiggled it back on. I was glad of a funny incident in what was turning into a bad day. I remember that when I made some embarrassed joke or other about it, he smiled more to himself than he did to me.
We went up the hill and stopped in a cafe for a sit down and a cup of tea. it was jam packed full of people but we got a table. He wasn't saying much but after about ten minutes under the table I suddenly felt his legs grip my ankle on either side. Out of the blue he asked me if I enjoyed losing my shoe earlier(...!...). Now I'd never told anyone - apart from you and you don't count - about my little kink, so I was a bit lost for words. However, while I was trying to think about how to answer his little bombshell he got tired of waiting and pulled his legs quickly backwards towards him. Even though I curled my toes downwards my shoe was yanked off again, except that it was the other one this time. Then, without another word, he got up and calmly walked out of the cafe taking my kitten heel shoe with him. Image my surprise. I just sat there and gaped.
Well a few odd things had happened to me that morning so when I calmed down at first I wasn't too worried. Either he'd worked out my fetish or else he was just behaving oddly, but either way I assumed that this was just a joke. However, when I'd finished my second cup of tea and twiddled my thumbs for another five minutes (although it seemed a lot longer...) I began to realise that he wasn't coming back. So I was now stuck in a cafe in the middle of the city centre on the busiest Saturday morning of the year, and I had one pretty little court shoe and one pretty little stockinged foot. Terriffic.
I slipped out of my remaining shoe and padded up to the till. I paid our bill (notice that he left me with the bill, the bastard!) and nobody seemed to be paying me much attention. I walked back to the through the crowded aisles and thought about things. It was December and very cold. I had about twenty pounds on me, but I didn't know how much it would cost me to get home. I thought about it until I saw I was getting funny looks from the woman behind the till. I put my shoe on, picked up my shopping bags and limped out into the street.
You know what? I’ve got tired hands from all the typing – it’s amazing how long it takes to type something you could say in a couple of minutes… Anyhow. I have to go now so I’ll tell you the rest another time.