Damaging heels...

[sinkem]

Hi All,

I had this query in the other group and thought I'd move it over here. I was unable to get the replies, but if anyone has them or you'd like to reenter your own, or even a new one, please do.

I'm curious as to how many people like the damaging effect certain types of heels, thin and really thin, even super sharp, spikes can cause. Do you have any experiences that you could share where a pair of heels you were wearing or someone else you observed was wearing that cause damage to every day surfaces (floors, streets, lawns, etc.)?

If you are interested in this kind of thing you can also join my group and add stories, pictures, and/or clips as you wish. The URL is: Needle Heels Group (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/needleheels).

I'll add a (true) story later in the week.

sinkem

[underheel]

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[underheel]

i checked out your site..personally..i lovewhen the girl has damaging heels standing on me..although it HURTs..feels good when her weight is on!!!

[sinkem]

My first memory of damaging heels was back in 1968 (I was 5 years old - shows what kind of impression, no pun intented, it made). I know it was 1968, because it was when my grandfather (Pepere) died. My parents felt that I was too young to attend the wedding and so had me stay with my mom's best friend. It was Sunday and we went to church. This was in a very small town in New Hampshire, so it was a small church. Right after church, everyone just stood around talking in front of the church. There was a small front lawn with a walkway from the street to the front doors. As we stood around, the adults talking, I noticed one lady was talking with a number of people on the lawn. As she talked, her heels kept sinking into the lawn. She was wearing about 3 inch 60's style spikes and they easily sank into the lawn. As she moved about, her heels would dig up a bit more and occaisionally gouge out an area. By the time we left, the area where she had been standing was darker than all the other areas, this was because of the dirt and grash that she had dug up. No one else wore heels like that and did any damage to the lawn. I've been hooked ever since.

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[sinkem]

Well, I guess it is time for a new true story...

This one happened when I was in 7th grade. This was in the mid-70s and platform shoes were all the rage. A number of girls wore these four and five inch platforms, but they did not have a heel separate from the rest of the shoe. That was until towards the end of the school year. One girl, Vicki, wore the highest platforms that I had seen yet, they were a full six inches high (I remember because I "inadvertently" dropped my ruler and measured them as I was picking it up) and had a heel that was separate from the rest of the shoe sole/ The heel was not particularly narrow, about a half inch square, but were the narrowest ones I had seen since the spike heels of the 60s. All the girls were admiring them when Vicki mentioned that these heels were great at crushing things. Once of the girls she was talking with wanted a demonstration and placed her coke can on the ground. The can next too the heel was actually taller than the can. Vicki then place just the heel on top of the can and put her weight on it. Before she could get all her weight over it, the can crushed. It crushed with such force, that the heel actually caused the can to sink into the ground a bit. I could not keep my eyes off of what her heel had done. When she walked away, I noticed that the heel was leaving dents in the hard packed ground. I loved when she wore these heels. Something always got crushed.

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[heelover]

I just love your stories keep them coming and i'm a member of your club to i love your club it is great thanxs for all the hard work i hope we can get back to chatroom again soon to i did not make it very much.bye

[sinkem]

Another memory I have is when I was in 8th grade. It was when Donny & Marie had a variety show on TV that was popular. Marie always wore high spike heeled sandals. I obviously had the hots for her.

Anyway, it was towards the end of the school year. One girl in my class wore a pair of 4+ inch high spike heeled sandals. I followed her around every place I could. When we were outside waiting to go into the school, I watched where ever she went. Quite a few girls were wearing platforms, 5 to 6 inches high, but none with a spike heel (or anything remotely spikey). At one point, she and her platform wearing friends walked across a grassy area. The only shoes doing anything to the dirt, were this girls. She and her friends stood around talking and her heels were leaving little dents in the hardpacked ground. I found out she was keeping them from sinking when at one point she shifted her weight slightly and one heel sank completely into the ground. At this point, she didn't seem to care that the heels were sinking and she let them continue to sink a bit more than before, but only a few times did they sink completely. Whenever she'd turn to one of her friends, she'd drag her heels through the ground leaving a behind a small trench.

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[hilltop]

Marylin Fithian, who was a noted sex expert running a clinic in Long Beach CA was also a professor of comparative literature at Long Beach State. She always wore deadly stiletto heels. During out door class sessions on the lawn, I used to watch as her pink patent spike heels would slowly pressure the bermuda thatch until with a tearing sound the grass would give way and she'd break through. She'd then pull her heel out and start all over. You just can't get any better than that.

[sinkem]

Hi All,

Time for the next observation I had...

This was my freshman year in High School (1977). High heeled sandals were starting to be all the rage. Unfortunately for me, I was now in an all boy parochial school, so I very rarely saw any high heels. One of the neighborhood kids, who went to the public High School, asked me to go to the football game, as he had to work the consession stand.

While I was there helping my friend, I noticed this girl walking towards the consession stand with a group of her friends. She was a very attractive girl, she was only about 15 or 16. She was wearing a tight white top and equally tight blue jeans. On her feet were the most incredible 5 inch high heeled sandals (white). Up until this time, they were the highest heels I had ever seen. When she turned to talk to one of her friends, I finally got a changce to look at her heels. They were the narrowest I had ever seen to that point. They were less than a quater of an inch in diameter at the base. I had seen heels these same exact heels before, but never this thin. As she got closer I found out why. The leather covering over the heel was no longer present. It looked like she had cut the leather covering completely off. I also started to heel the click-click of the heels and noticed that the plastic tip was gone on both heels. When she got to the stand, I was fortunate enough to wait on her. When she paid, I got a surprize. Her nails were over an inch and a half long and filed to razor sharp points. This girl could do incredible damage with her heels and also her nails. I gave her her hot chocolate and watched and she and her friends stood off to the side and talked and drank their drinks. As she stood there, I was watching what her heels were doing to the tar in the parking lot where she was standing. Each step of her heels was making a little white mark, which I later learned was the small rocks getting crushed under her weight (which was not much over 100 or 110 pounds). As she stood in one place for a second or two, I watch as she shifted her weight and moved her foot and left a clearly visible dent in the tar. On a couple of occaisions, the dent was sufficiently deap that she had to pull the heel out and when she did so, the edges around the dent got pulled out, leaving an even larger dent in the tar and a few pieces of tar extracted from the dent lying around it.

After she had finished her drink, I watch in amazement as some sort of light went off. It was at this time that she stared to do a couple of things at the same time. She started to use her razor sharp nails to shred the cup she was holding. The ease with which her nails were sinking into the cup and pulling it apart was both scarey and exciting. To add to what she was doing to the cup, she also started to do heel stands. At first she rocked back on both heels. As she did so, I could easily see that her heels were sinking even deeper than they had prior. When she shiftedd her weight and moved one of her feet, the increase in pressure on the one heel supporting all her weight made that heel suddenly sink in much deaper. When she pulled the heel out, the number of pieces and size of tar that was pulled out with the heel were much much larger. She continued to do this for a while, all the while shredding the cup with her nails. Towards the end of her and her friends standing there, she started to pivot on her heels. When she did this on both heels, the heels sank like she had focused all her weight on the one heel. When she did this on just one heel, the heel sank a good two inches into the tar, more than twice as deep as any other way. It was at this point that I figured she knew exactly what she was doing. When she went to pull this heel out, she actually looked down and watch herself pull the heel out and the huge chunk of tar with it. She also took inventory on all her other damage. She did the single heel pivot a few more times and then walked away with her friends (when she left she looked at what her nails had done to the cup and through the completely shredded cup away).

The parking lot where she had stood looked like a battlefield in miniature. I wish I were in that school, not that I had any chance of dating this girl, but man would it have been fun to watch.

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[hhtr]

Great group.........!!!!!!!!
Thank you.

hhtr

[sinkem]

Time for another experience.

When I was a Freshman in High School (this is about 6 months after the previous experience), the school put on an annual show to collect money to help defray the cost of the school (it was a parochial school). In order to make it work, we invited the all girls school to assist (Notre Dame High School). Platforms were still big and for the show, there was one part where everyone was dressed up for a wedding. All the girls wore gowns and platforms. During the show it was getting really hot. One of the guys tried to break the glass on the soda machine in order to get a free drink. He was not able to, a couple of other guys also tried, with no luck. Then one of the girls came up, she was wearing a pair of 6 inch high platforms with a separate heel. She kicked the glass with just the heel and the glass shattered with the first kick. The guys were in awe at the power she just demonstrated. She then proceeded to kick each of the vending machines, easily breaking the glass. She then strutted away after besting the guys.

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[sinkem]

It's been a while, so I thought I'd and yet another...

This was quite a while after the previous. I was no longer going to the parochial school (my family moved) and another year had gone. It was not my sophomore year. I was not dating anyone. It was time for winter track practice to start. I had become one of the stars (I already had a number of track records, but only in the Spring season). Well the first day of practice, I noticed this girl I had not seen before. She was very cute. She had long hair in a ponytail and you really just wanted to hug her. Anyway, we finished out stretches and went out for our half-mile warm-up run. Now, this was in October and it gets very cold in the northeastern US, so we were all bundled up and wearing hats. I watched this girl jog as her ponytail extended from under her hat and swung from side to side. I was mesmerized. By the end of the week I had to ask her out. When I did, she readily accepted. I'm not quite sure why, I was quite dorky (probably still am). This was the start of a two and a half year relationship. One thing I noticed, what that she never wore high heels. The other was that as her nails got a bit longer (they started out short), her hands looked better and better. I let her know this and she told me that she always wanted long nails, because the grew so fast, but that she could not. To add to that, now that she was in High School, she could and her mom was encouraging her to do so. I was in heaven. Well, it came time for the prom and of course I asked her out. After she had bought her gown, we went out shoe shopping (soon to be one of my favorite activities with/for her). I was so excited when all she was trying on were high heel sandals. This type of she was very popular at the time (1980). Every shoe she picked out had a spike heel and was between 3.5 and 4 inches high. She ended up picking out a pair of white spike heeled sandals that were 3.5 inches high and had four extremely thin straps crisscrossing her toes with a knot in the middle and a high thin anklestrap. They looked absolutely fantastic on her feet. Unfortunately, she didn't wear them until the prom. When I picker her up, she was wearing a white gown and these heels. The toes of her feet showed clearly under her gown. We took pictures at her house, then mine, and then went to pick up another couple going with us. When we got to this other girls house, I helped my girlfriend from the car. The driveway as a dirt driveway and my girlfriends heels easily sank in, leaving little dimples from the car to the front porch. She commented about her heels sinking in and I loved watching it.

Later that night, while we were waiting to have our formal pictures taken, I happened to look down at her feet (as I did often that night) and noticed something odd. The toes of her shoes appeared to be moving independent of the floor. When I took a bit more than a glancing look, I noticed that she had rocked back onto just the heels and was pivoting back and forth as we stood there. As we moved forward, I looked where she had been standing and noticed dozens of areas in the run where her heels had crushed the carpet fibers, leaving an obvious impression. The rug was sufficiently resilient that with the other people walking on it, the marks eventually faded completely. I spent the rest of the night making sure that I noticed each and every time that she was doing heel stands. It turned out that if she was standing in any one place for more than a few seconds and it looked like we were not going to move much, she'd quickly rock back on her heels and pivot back and forth (to the beat of the music when it was playing, otherwise to what ever pace she picked out). I was ecstatic. Here was *MY* girlfriend, who would wear spike heeled sandals, and do heel stands all the time.

As you can imagine, I made sure that I let her know how much I liked the way heels, and particularly high heeled sandals, looked on her feet. I even bought her a pair once (and a replacement pair as well, but that is another story for later). I never did tell her what the heels stands were doing to the floor or me and I don't think she ever knew. I just think she was the type to stand on her heels from time to time as some girls/ladies will do, even when they are not wearing high heels. This was only the start.

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[sinkem]

Sorry for the duplicate message (problems at my end, I think).

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[sinkem]

Time for another...

It was a few months after the prom. It was a Sunday and I had to go to church and my family had already been. I told my girlfriend and found out that she went at the time I was planning on going.

Well, I got to church and noticed where my girlfriend, her father and brother we sitting. I also noticed that there was no one else in the pew, so I sat on the end. As I walked down the length of the pew, I noticed that she was wearing a really pretty sundress and the white sandals. I also noticed that the kneeler was down and she had her feet on the kneeler. Actually she had placed the heels on the kneeler and rocked back so just the heels were on the surface. The heels were making dimples in the soft covering of the kneeler. After I prayed and sat down, I made sure to keep a constant watch on her heels out of the corner of my eyes. As I did so, I noticed that she was pivoting on her heels back and forth. She'd occaisionally push her heels forward or drag them backward, without lifting the heel off of the surface. When ever she did this, there'd be a new scratch in the path of her heel. When I was time to stand up, I noticed that she'd stand normally for a couple of seconds and the start doing heel stands. Whenever the music would play, she'd be pivoting back and forth on just those thin heels. When she sat down again, she'd go immediately back to digging her heels in the kneeler. It was at this time that I noticed the dents her heels caused to the industrial flooring. Where she had pivoted, there was a distinct dent in the floor. Where she had just done a heel stand without pivoting, there was a quater moon shaped dent, that was not quite as deep. By the end of the hour long mass, there were literally hundreds of dents in the floor and dozens of scrapes in the kneeler. After mass, I told her how terrific she looked. She told me that she had just made this sundress and that her knew heels were a perfect match and that this was the first time she was able to wear her heels to church.

Later that afternoon, I had to be back at church for Sunday school, I made it a point to get there a bit early and go and get a closer look at the damage my girlfriend had done. The number of dents were incredible. It was extremely obvious where she had done her pivoting. Those dents literally cut through the entire surface and were down to the cement flooring underneath. The very back of the quater-moon dents also were cut all the way through. The kneeler had some permanent scrapes and where my girlfriend had lefft her heels for any length of time, there were permanent creases. I was amazed at the amount of damage she had done and the relative ease with which she did it.

I hope you like this one as well. Since this girl was my girlfrend all through high school and into my first year of college, you can imagine that I have many more stories/experiences to write about.

If you have any, please add them as a reply to this discussion.

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[door_step]

Although the heels would definitely sink in deep in a mans chest, it’s very exciting to see a woman on heels in the way you describe.:)
I absolutely would fantasies about how to get my hand under her heels, without her knowing it. :D

Great story; thanks for sharing.:thumbsup:

doorstep

[sinkem]

Well, I guess it is time for another installment...

Well, after the prom, my girlfriend wore her spike heeled sandals to church pretty much every Sunday and on most of our dates. In all cases, she'd do her requisite heel stands. When she did them on wood or linoleum floors, she'd always leave dents (and she was not heavy at all, maybe 105 pounds or so).

Anyway, it was September, the start of the new school year. It was after Labor Day (First Monday in September in the USA), and was time for the first dance and I asked my girlfriend if she'd like to go. She readily accepted and said that since it was after Labor Day, she could not wear her white heels and that she'd have to get another pair in a neutral color. The weekend before, she and I went shoe shopping. We got to the shoe store and the number of heels available was awesome. She told me that her father told her that if she were to get heels, that they'd have to have ankle straps, to keep the heels on her feet, and that the heels should be strong, so that they don't break. We searched through all the racks and I kept pulling the highest and thinnest heels I could find. As we got a bit further along, she pulled out a pair of 4.5 inch heels that had what looked like the thinnest heels in the store (this was before metal heels came on the scene). They were brown and had the requisite ankle strap. They were sandals, with a wide band across the toes with a thinner strap over that. She handed the heels to me and I turned them over in my hands to see how they were made. It was then that I noticed that the plastic tip was being held on by an exposed nail, that was set in from the surface of the heel to make a donut shaped heel (only the outside edge of the heel came in contact with whatever she was standing on, unless the heels sank in an eigth of an inch or more). She put the heels on and walked to the mirror. These heels looked incredible on her heels. As she stood in front of the mirror, she turned the shoes to get various perspective on them and appeared to like what she saw. She then stood with both heels flat on the ground and then rocked back onto just the two thin heels. She proceeded to pivot on the store rugin these heels apparently looking at how much the heel deflected under her weight (to see if they were stong heels). The heels barely moved and were acceptable. She decided to get them and walked back to where the shoes she had on before were and picked them up. As she did so, I looked at where she had been standing on just her heels. There were two obvious areas where her heels had crushed the carpet fibers. She ended up wearing her new heels out of the store and to the movies. Whenever we'd end up standing for more than a second or two, she was rocking back on her heels to do her heel stands. I hope I was not to obvious staring at what she was doing, or what the effect was on me. As you can imagine, these heels quickly became my favorite heels.

There's more about these heels that turned out not quite as good in the next couple of weeks, but after the dance.

sinkem

[door_step]

Keep it going Sinkem.:)

This is definitely going in the right direction. I hope she did to you what I would have wanted her to do most in those heels: Do the heel stand on my nipples. :D :D

doorstep

[sinkem]

Hi doorstep,

Well, I'm not particularly into trampling, but I also do think she was the type to trample. It was just not in her personality make-up.

sinkem

The next time around I'll have the story of what happened at the dance.

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Time for the continuation of the previous real-life story:

Well, Friday came around and I was excited to see my girlfriend in her new higher brown spike heeled sandals. I arrived ar her house around 6:30pm to pick her up. I rang the doorbell and she opened the door.

She was wearing a tight red top that had a scooped neckline, fantastic looking top I might add, and a pair of brown cordoroy(sp) pants. On her feet were her new shoes. She was about an inch taller in these heels, and the extra leg length and hieght made her look great. Only about the bottom inch of heel showed from under tha pants.

She let me in, and we had our hello kiss. I was pretty sure that as we kissed, she was doing heel stands. It was difficult to know, because the front entrance had a carpet that didn't show much and by the time we were done kissing, she was standing normally.

Now, she lived in a rather old house, that had wide pine boards for flooring in the dinning room, living room, and family room. All with area rugs. The kitchen had sheet vinal and the front hallway a carpet.

We walked into the family room and stood about talking with her parents. She we stood there I noticed when she changed her stance, she was leaving donut shaped marks in the soft pine floor boards. At one point she rocked back on her heels and just stood there for a minute or two. When she changed her position again, there were two half-moon shaped dents that were at least a quater of an inch deep where she had been standing. Just before we were to leave, she rocked back on her heels again and stood there. Then when it was time to leave, she turned around by continuing to stand on just her heels and pivot about on them. The two dents she left this time were at least a half and inch deep and the wood around the edge had been splintered a bit.

When she drove anywhere with me in the car where she was wearing heels, she always tucked her feet close to the front of the seat and put just her heels on the floormat. By the time we stopped dating, there were literally thousands of half-moon marks in the floor mat from her heels.

We went to the dance. The decorations for the dance use indian corn (a type of corn that is multi-colored and the kernels are very firm - you cannt squeeze them with your fingers). A number of the kernels had fallen to the floor. I had to go off to the men's room and I told my girlfriend that I'd be right back. When I returned I found her standing with some other kids and she was repeatedly trying to squish the corn kernels with the sole of her heels. The sole just molded itself around the kernel and was not squished. I told her to try it with her heel. She positioned her heel over the kernel and began putting pressure in it. With no effort at all, the kernel was crushed by just the heel. She did this a few more times and then it was time to go.

When we got to the front-door of the school, we noticed it was raining and decided to wait a bit to see if it would stop. As we stood there, she started doing her heel stands again on the linoleum flooring of the school. This time she didn't just stand there. When the music was playing, she'd pivot back and forth. She'd also shift her weight from one foot to the other without stopping the heel stands. By the time the rain slowed down enough, only about five minutes or so, there were dozens of permanent dents in the flooring left by her heels. Some were deeper than others and where she had pivoted almost all the way around, were the only circular dents. The others were all half-moon shaped.

When we got to her home, I walked her to the front door and we kissed good-bye. As we did so, I noticed that her position changed a bit. It was because she was doing heel stands as we kissed. I could also heel the wood splintering from her heels. When we stopped kissing and she opened the door was when I noticed the two very deep, they had to be at least three-quaters of an inch, dents in the porch floor boards, where she had been standing.

I could not believe all she ahd done that night. I loved every minute of it. I hope you did as well. I'll have more later. We dated for two and a half years, so I have lots of stories.

sinkem

[door_step]

How I'd love to put my hands under those heels while you're kissing her Sinkem; without her knowing it :D :D

doorstep

[sinkem]

Time for another tidbit...

The following weekend, I had to go wit h my family to visit some relatives out-of-state, so I was unable to go out with my girlfriend until two weeks after the dance.

It's two weeks after the dance and my girlfriend and I are going to go out to the movies. I arrive at her home and notice that she's wearing a pair of new lower spike heeled sandals in a soft purple that I had not seen before. I inquired about them and she told me that she had worn the brown to church and that the ankle strap had broken. She went back to the store and got these as replacements. These new shoes were great and had a heel as thin, but about half the height, and without the donut shape to the heel tip. I missed the height. We went into the kitchen to look at what was playing at the movies. As I sat and she stood, leaning her elbows on the table top, I noticed that she had rocked back on her heels and was continually pivoting back and forth as we reviewed our movie options. A couple of times she shifted her position without ever placing the sole of the shoe on the floor. When she did so, you could plainly see the dents she left in the floor where her heels had been before. By the time we picked the movie, there were about a dozen dents on the kitchen floor from her heels. I was definitely going to like these heels. As we drove to the movies in the car, she only left her heels rest on the floormat. By the time we got to the movies there were a number of half-moon shaped marks on the rubber floormat. She did the same thing as we drove home. When we got home, she did the same heels stands on the front porch as we kissed. By the time the night was over, I decided that I wanted her to do everything she had done this night, but with the higher heels. I resolved to go back to the store and see if I could find the brown heels again in her size and get them for her.

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[yarmcarpet]

I would love to be laid under those heels whilst she rocked on the heels / did heelstands - whilst she was kissing you...

A little fantasy of mine..

:p

[sinkem]

Time for another experience...

It was a few months later and my girlfriend and I were going to go to the movies. As we were standing around talking with her mom, I had my arm around her waist. At one point, I realized that she just rocked back on her heels. When she did this she got a bit taller. I asked her what she just did. She asked me what I meant. I said that she suddently got a bit taller. When I looked down at her shoes and noticed her doing her heels stands. I asked her to stand normally. When she did so, she got a bit shorter again. I then asked her to stand just on her heels again, and noticed that she got taller again. There was a bit of method in my madness, as she always felt that she was a bit short, at 5'4". I asked her if we could measure and see if what I thought was happening was. She said sure and went and retrived a pencil and tape measure. She walked to the doorway between the kitchen and dinning room. There was a pine threshold between the two rooms. I told her to stand normally and marked her height with the pencil. I then told her to stand on just her heels, when she did so, I heard the wood fibers of the threshold being torn by the heels. I then marked her height again. She definitely got a bit taller. We then measured. As I got down to hold the tape measure on the floor, I noticed two rather deep dents in the threshold where she had done her heel stand. They were a bit deeper than 1/8th of an inch (maybe 3/16ths of an inch). Without her heels stands, her 4.5 inch heels made her just shy of 4 inches taller. With her heel stand, she was just over 4 inches taller (if I added the 3/16ths of an inch, she was about 4.25 inches taller). Just after this we went to the movies. Whenever I visited her house, I always made sure that I got a look at those dents in the threshold.

Next time around is our next prom.

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