My story Well I'm a new member here and I really love high heels, and i hope this is in the right forum. I love seeing and wearing heels, my name is Nikki and I'm a female, but i love to see heels and see them get abused too so.
Well this story takes place a while ago, back on the last Prom of high school. I am blond, with green eye and very athletic. Well my bf and I went to the prom and I was happy with the selection of my drees and shoes, I wore a silk black dress with black 4in Strappy heels. Now something I had always found fun to do when i was little was to walk in mud or kick rocks and naturally the habit followed me through the years. So it wasnt unusal for me to abuse a pair of shoes here and then just for fun. But these heels were very new and worth quite a bit so no abuse for a while. However my bf and I attended the prom there and we met with our friends who also looked very stunning. Well a little while into the dance we were taking a break and I saw my once best friend Ashley, whom was very snotty and preppy and always had to get the nicest stuff. So she came over and mocked me and my dresss and my shoes and then walked off with a grin. This pissed me off pretty bad and luck must have shown itself to me because after the end of the next song Ashley came back in surrounded by a group of gawking boys, well she was sore from her shoes and took them off and left them unattended. Now was my chance to get back at her for the last few years, I walked by and snuck up away from her sight and grabbed her precious little White high heeled strappy sandals without her noticing. Now yes this is a little mean and no i didnt steal them, i just borrowed lol. Well me and Ashley always had the same foot size i so slipped off my heels and slid on hers, they felt great, brand new and so clean. Ashley was always a neat freak, especially when it came to shoes. So I walked around with hers on for a little while just playing around with the idea off walking out side to the mud and water and just wreaking these beauties. So i walked out the back door and walked around the tennis courts finding a little muddy pit, not wanting to get my dress muddy I walked slowing into the mud feeling itseep over and above the shoes and my toes, after a little bit of that i decided to go clean up and washed them off in the bathroom, now they were a little discolored and wet. I wasnt dont there though, i walked over to my friend Jon who was a great artist and loved drawing on stuff, anything so i handed him the shoes and he began his work, scribling on them writing sayings on them. Then someone found him doing it and joined in. Eventually a lot of people were signing poor Ashley's shoes. Which was great i thought. I finally got them back and looked at some of the funny stuff on them and how many colors they were now. I walked back to where Ashley was sitting and she was gone, probably in the bathroom and i descretly placed her heels back and waited for her to return. Upon her return she hardly noticed her shoes, it wasnt until she went to grab them that she freaked out. "Look at my poor shoes" she yelled. As the time i just snickered and laughed. Well that sucks i said to her, and she just wept a little and decided her shoes were trash so she through them out, however i went back and saved them, keeping them with me to this day.
Well I hope you enjoyed this story. And possibly you have your own ideas. |