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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I was in some kind of daze. Here I was, in another man's car being driven to somewhere I don't know & I'm wearing high heels!
I don't remember how long it took & which way it was but all of a sudden he pulled up at a barn which was in the middle of nowhere. "Well, here we are. Now you get out & go inside the barn, I want to watch you walk in there". I got out and did as he said, I'm sure I could feel him staring at me as I made my way across the
rough ground, being careful not to fall. I walked in the barn & it was full of hay bales, with a few laid out singly on the floor. I sat on one & waited, wondering on how I'd got in to this situation.
After a minute or two he walks in and I see him properly for the 1st time. He was about 6ft 4, slightly stocky in build, short light hair & in his late 40's or early 50's. "So, why do you walk around a quiet country lane wearing high heels? Don't you want to get caught wearing them in town?". I tried to answer but nerves got the better of me, all I could muster was that I like to wear them because they made me feel a little bit feminine, a bit naughty.
"Well then, to me that sounds like you want to give yourself to another man, don't you agree!?". But I'm not gay, I've never even thought about other men, let alone done anything. "Well, that may be but here you are, in high heels accepting a ride from a complete stranger, knowing in the back of your mind that he only picked you up for one thing". He was right, the realisation had hit me, I did it so I could get caught. I wanted to another man to make me feel even more like a woman, even if it's just for an hour or so! |