Sovereignty problems

Author – Leon

A couple of  years ago I was in London for the day, having gone there by train, about sixty miles. I had dressed quite well, wearing grey trousers, light grey socks and black loafers. I always wear loafers on long train journeys because I like to shoeplay on the train, in restaurants etc. I have several times lost a loafer on the London underground, but have usually got it back. This time I survived intact until I was standing in Trafalgar Square wondering where to go next. I had a magazine giving all the information on theatres, shows etc., and I was looking at this leaning against railings round a building. It wasn’t long before I had slipped my heel out of my right loafer and was playing with it. At that moment some boys on skateboards came whizzing by and one of them just hit me sending me sideways. I recovered and looked around for my shoe but couldn’t see it. The building had a basement and I looked down and saw my shoe down there, about twenty feet below me. I could see that there was a gate in the railings so I went and tried it to see if it would open, but it was locked. I could see a police van parked on one side of the square so I went over to it, getting a few strange looks from people. The van was a mobile information centre so I went in and explained what had happened. The officer asked which building it was; perhaps one of them could get access and get my shoe back, but when I told them which building it was they said they couldn’t do anything because it was the Canadian Embassy  so was Canadian soil and they could not enter. The only answer was to telephone the embassy and explain the situation. They could recover the shoe and send it to Canada and they would send it in a Diplomatic Bag to the British Embassy who would send it back to England. 

There was nothing I could do. I decided that that was not worth the effort, and in any case I would be without a shoe for the rest of the day. I decided that there wasn’t much I could do. The thing was, did I still wear the left shoe, or did I take it off and walk in my socks! I decided to keep it on, so plucking up courage I walked off with one shoe on getting more funny looks. It gave me a thrill walking around in public like that and it wasn’t long before I started getting aroused. I went to a restaurant for something to eat and the waiter immediately noticed that I was missing a shoe and I had to explain that I had lost it. He couldn’t believe it, and that I had to travel home like that. I got a bus back to the station, then the train home. A lot of people noticed, which got me excited and aroused. It was quite an evening!    

Shoeplay and loss

Author – Andrew

I recently had to take a standardized written exam that was being held at a university. Given that it was a high-stakes exam, I dressed up a little and wore black loafers with black dress socks. I love wearing these loafers since they are pretty loose fitting and so easy to dangle and play with. 

The test was held in a lecture style classroom where each row went up a step. So directly in front of your table was a step drop off of about 6 inches or so. I was seated in the first row, which still had a drop off in front of the table. 

While we waited for the test to begin I crossed my right leg over my left and bobbed my foot up and down. It didn’t take long for the back of my shoe to slip off my heel. I jiggled my foot side to side, slowly allowing the loafer to slip further down my foot until it dangled off my toes. 

I dangled my loafer while we received our tests and filled out all the forms. After the test began I got a little careless while concentrating and I shook my foot a little too hard and my loafer fell off and hit the floor with a thud on the carpet. I glanced around, embarrassed, but it looks like no one had noticed. 

The girl that was giving the test was directly in front of me, about 7 feet away and when I had glanced around I couldn’t help but notice her shoeplay too. She wore black pants and black heels with a thick square heel and she had both feet out and playing around with them. Her socks were bright blue, so I was surprised she was openly playing like that. 

I uncrossed my leg and retrieved my shoe and slipped it back on. After awhile, my shoeplay habit struck again as I extended both legs out in front of me. Having long legs, my feet went past the drop off and I was able to catch my heels on the edge of the drop. I used the edge to slip my heels out of both loafers. The heels of my feet rested on the carpeted floor, just before the drop-off while I dangled both loafers off my toes.

I really didn’t think much of this as I was working on the test. But again, I got carried away and my right loafer fell off and down to the floor below. I slipped my left shoe back on and reached out with my right foot to retrieve the shoe. It was in an awkward position, so it was a little difficult. I managed to scoop up the heel cup with my toes. This meant that the loafer was hanging backwards off my foot, but I planned to pull it back up and twist it around. However, as I started to pull it up, the toe of the shoe hit the ledge and it sent the loafer tumbling back down, and as it rolled once it landed about a good foot away from the edge. 

My heart skipped a beat and panic set it. I looked up and saw the girl in front of me just looking at my shoe! She must have saw my entire struggle and shoe loss. She then looked up and we caught eyes. She just smiled at me like she thought my predicament was humorous to her. She still had her shoes half off, so I’m sure as a shoeplayer herself she understood!

I had to sit for the next hour in one shoe until a break came up. The rows of tables were very long and I was in the middle, so at break, I had to get up and walk all the way around in one shoe to get to my other shoe and slip it back on. 

I have to say, I usually get turned on when I know someone is watching my shoeplay and I love watching others lose their shoe, but it was very embarrassing to have it happen to me in that environment. I kept my loafers on the rest of the test! 

My best friend

Author – Zet

The town next to ours opened a new indoor skate park so Logan and I decided to go on Sunday to try  it out.

We were dropped off as the park opened there was around 60 skaters in line to go in.We finally got in and began to skate Logan First thing to do was a Hospital Flip and his right shoe flew off and went out of sight as he hit the ground. Logan got up and went to find his shoe and it was gone some other skater thought it would be funny to take it. Logan looked and looked for his shoe and finally walked over to me wearing a black DC on his left foot and a white no shoe, sock on his right foot Logan was so mad He said someone stole my $#@&*$$ shoe. I told him nobody would do that we would go look we headed back to the area he was in and sure enough, it was no where to be found We then went to the lost and found and checked all the trash cans. After about an hour Logan was so mad he just wanted to go home but are ride was still 4 hours away. After about an hour Logan started to skate again, but was in such a bad mood it wasn’t much fun. Our ride finally came and we got home Logan just got out of the car and walked home never saying a word.

  The next morning when I walked into first period and set down at my desk  Logan was already in class in the front of the room behind a podium getting ready for us to present our project I thought.The teacher called role and told use we were first to do are presentation. I walked up front and we started as I looked behind the podium and Logan was standing there Missing his right shoe with just his sock after class was over I ask Logan why he was still wearing one shoe Logan said he got in so much trouble when he got home his step mom said he could find his shoe or do without till his dad got home in two weeks He only had the one pair.I ask him what he was going to do He just looked at me and said I don’t know guess wear one. Logan went everywhere wearing one shoe for the two weeks.

I think by the time his dad got home he had began to like missing his shoe. Logan said he kind of did not want it back.

Laundry

Author – Adroo

We’ll… I work as a chef and we have a changing room to get into uniform. My fellow chefs thought it would be funny to hide my shoe in the dirty laundry bin. Later that day the dirty laundry was taken away to be cleaned. Never saw my shoe again. They just laughed as I had to go home in my chef shoes. Threw the other shoe in the trash

Unlaced shoe means trouble

Author – Emil

Yesterday I wore to school my blood-red,  low top converse shoes. During the third lesson I noticed, that left one came untied. I thought that I would lace my shoe up on the break. But right before the end of the lesson, at my school a fire alarm was announced. Everyone had to be  evacuate from the building. The class, in which I had a lesson, was on the second floor (european). A stairwell is quite wide, but in that moment was also very crowded and everyone were in a hurry. When I ran downstairs, somebody in the crowd stepped on my heel and pulled my left shoe off my foot. I could not do nothing. There was no chance to come back for my lost shoe. When I glanced backwards, even I didn’t see it. I could only to g downstairs with others, wearing only gray no-show sock on my left foot.  This way I reached to the football pitch, wearing only one shoe. 

When we ran, nobody kept an eye on such things, but when we already waited for the announcement of the director, other boy noticed that I had but one shoe and pointed on my feet to other ones. So they started lauging and teasing me. Soon they announced that it had been a training alert and we can come back to the school. I thought that I would find my lost shoe on a stairwell, where I lost it. But it turned out, that my blood-red converse vanished. But it turned out, that my blood-red converse vanished. I went to the caretaker, thinking that my shoe were in the lost and found box. But it turned out that my shoe is not there either. I tried to find it on staircase again, but but finally I had to go to the class still wearing only my right shoe. And I had to spent rest of my schoolday that way. Worst of all, I also had to went back home still wearing only one shoe.

Floating away

Author JMan

We were down by the marina and decided to have shoe kicking contest on who could kick their shoes the farthest without them going into the water.  Needless to say I kicked my shoe into the water and had to watch it float away and sink. I was kind of hoping that would happen.  Realizing one shoe was useless, I kicked my other shoe into the water.  I then faced the reality of having to go home in my socks.  

Stole my boot

Author – John

I’m in class last week and I’m wearing timberlands . I don’t usually like to wear boots to school but I didn’t care today and because it was a lazy day and my boots are ragged and used for work. There dirty Inside and out and make my socks really dirty and smelly. the laces are barely tied on one boot because my buddy’s dog tore my boot off my foot and chewed on the lace on another occasion. That’s whole other story in itself. I sit in the back row and there’s a boy in the front who i think likes feet just as much as I do. I didn’t have much of a clue of that then but I was relaxing and stretching my feet out . He always teases me and jokes that someday I’ll lose my boot if it’s not tied on tight. I didn’t really think much of it and I knew he wouldn’t try anything during class. Well on this day I had forgot I had owed him some money from the day before and he felt obligated when the teacher wasnt looking; to reach back and grip my boot heal while still acting like he was working on his assignment. I knew he got a kick out of this and some of the other classmates just giggled and stared at his antics . I was completely caught off guard and it was getting more embarrassing by the moment. If I told the teacher we would probably both get in trouble for disrupting the class . He knew I owed him but I couldn’t believe he was really trying to pay him self with my boot .. I didn’t find this amusing. Lucky for him he was tugging on the heal of the boot with the torn lace. My foot was practically wet from sweat because of how thin my socks were, my boot felt like it was sliding off like butter. It was a fight to keep it on. He knew what he wanted and he wasn’t giving it up . He had a smile on his face and I was just embarrassed. People were giggling still and the teacher looked around the room and was curious about the small commotion she heard. After not seeing anything of interest it got quiet and she went back to her work. He was still tugging on my boot and I was resisting but all the while my foot was coming out of the boot more and more . I finally pushed up on the boot and got my foot wedged in there a bit better and he saw that and reached around quietly and began to fully unlace my boot . At that point he tugged very lightly and the boot slid off into his hand. I immediately retracted my socked foot and hid it behind my other booted foot. My boots were ragged and worn so the smell from the other boot coming off was in the air . I knew he was getting a kick out of this. I could tell the other students were eyeing my feet up and it was embarrassing showing off my white socked sole. I noticed he kept the boot in his desk and acted like not much happened. He knew we had to present this day and he wanted to see me up at the class room in one boot and a socked foot. I had no choice but go up and present in my shoeless state. It was humiliating and the teacher didn’t know what to say . Not to mention they could probably smell my foot funk. When I got back to my desk I noticed my boot was wedged in his desk anymore. My heart dropped because I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get my boot back now . He told me at the end of class he was keeping it as a souviner untill I payed him his money and even then he still might keep it at interest. I Could not believe this .