Author – John Salt
My story starts with my girlfriend – and now involves me regularly losing a shoe …
I don’t know whether I should have seen the signs of what was to come, but I didn’t. I’d always assumed it was men who harboured fetishes rather than women …
Anyway, perhaps the first hint of things to come was when my new girlfriend bought me an unexpected present of several pairs of socks – all identical sheer black dress socks with a pronounced reinforced heel & toe. I thanked her, and at the risk of sounding ungrateful, pointed out I didn’t really wear this style. She didn’t hide her disappointment with my reaction, forcefully stating “You might like them. You won’t know till you try. Try them!”
I was a guest at her house and she’d just bought me this present – how could I refuse? I took the socks from her and disappeared upstairs to the bedroom to put them on. The socks were certainly very sheer, almost looking like nylons on my feet, with my toes hardly visible beneath the dark black reinforcements. I replaced my shoes and wandered back down stairs.
The girlfriend greeted me with renewed smiles as I returned to the living room. She sat beside me on the sofa, staring at the sheer black ankle revealed between the bottom of my jeans and black trainers. “Well?” she asked – “Do you like them?” I nodded yes “Very smart, thank you.”
We had only settled down to watch TV for five minutes when she suddenly announces “You know how superstitious I am? Well, I had a dream about us last night!”
Feigning interest, I asked her to recount her dream – since I knew she was going to anyway.
She began, recounting how the dream seemed to be about “good luck”. She had dreamt that we were doing a number of different activities together: walking, eating out, driving around – but on all occasions we had encountered good fortune. The sun had suddenly come out for our walk, a table was instantly available in the restaurant, traffic magically cleared out of the way when we were driving. And she finished by saying that all of these scenes involving us had one peculiar thing in common.
“What?” I enquired.
“Well, the strange thing is that every time we had good luck, I noticed that for some reason or other, you were only wearing one shoe. The left shoe.”
She looked at me, awaiting my reaction. I was bemuse & didn’t really know what to say, except “I didn’t have my right shoe?”
“No, you didn’t. You just had a nice sock on your right foot.”
A moment of silence passed between us, then she knelt on the floor beside my legs which were crossed right over left.
She smiled – “I know you’re not superstitious, but I am, and I believe dreams can come true! We can be lucky! So … I’m afraid you’re going to have to lose this shoe!”
She began to untie my right shoe lace, gently loosening it, before slipping it easily from my sheer socked foot.
“Those socks look lovely! Really nice!” She ran her fingers down my instep. “Really soft too!”
She stood up with my shoe in her hand. “And to make sure we have lots of good luck, I need to make sure you can’t put this back on! I’m going to hide it!”
She hurried out of the lounge – leaving me sat there like a slightly self conscious Cinderella. I didn’t know what to make of it. It was certainly true that she was superstitious, and I suppose I could just about cope with a few hours without a shoe if it pleased her. I glanced at my exposed right foot – I thought it looked strangely feminine in that very sheer sock.
She returned and sat beside me, asking “You don’t mind, do you? Spending the evening without your shoe?”
“No.” I replied, “I’m sure I can cope!”
And so I did – spending the entire evening as Cinderella. Both of us occasionally glancing at my sheer right foot … her more intently than me …
The real clue that she had a ‘thing’ for me as Cinderella came the following morning. Having showered and dressed, wearing another identical pair of sheers socks (at her insistence) and my left trainer, I set about looking for my right shoe. She had hidden it well – I couldn’t find it.
I joined her in the kitchen as she prepared two mugs of tea. “Where have you hidden my shoe? I can’t find it.”
She smiled, guiding me to the breakfast table. “Don’t worry about that now. Drink your tea. Besides … I think you look really sexy without it!”
“You think I look sexy without my shoe?”
“I do when you’re dressed like that. Jeans, those socks. Really sexy! Will you do it for me? Please?”
“Do I have any choice? I can’t find my shoe anyway. That stuff about the dream, was it true?
She continued to smile. “Sort of.”
“Or was it just a ruse to part me from my shoe?”
She reddened slightly. “We’ll, one of my dreams has come true – getting you like that. Promise you’ll do it. For me …?”
“OK – for you.”
“All the time!”
“I can’t do it all the time. I’d be embarrassed. People would comment. I’ll do it in private.”
“Alright – do it most of the time. You could do it in public if we said you’d hurt your foot and couldn’t wear a shoe. Couldn’t you?
Later that morning we did indeed go out for a drive. Without my right shoe.