I never particularly fancied heels. I’m not sure if that’s because I saw them as this evil noise-making tool which would make people aware of me being there or because they are, or can be kind of uncomfortable to walk in. Maybe it’s more accurate to say that I didn’t really care about heels. They were simply a type of shoe which could be nice to wear for some occasions.
Miss Lois had a very different idea about heels, as most of you probably have. They’re nice and can make your body look even better. I do agree, I just didn’t care much about it before and couldn’t appreciate my own beauty.
Miss Lois wanted me to start associating heels with arousal. So if I were to wear heels, it should make me wet. Or maybe it was even supposed to make me when when I’d see heels? I’m not entirely sure anymore.
Either way, I was very sceptical and didn’t think this was accomplishable. But of course, Miss Lois knows what she’s doing… and she thinks she knows me better than I do (which seems to be true) so she made a rule that I am only ever allowed to touch myself/edge/cum etc. when wearing heels.
I never broke the rule. I took a pair of heels with me when I travelled even though I knew I wasn’t going to use them for anything else. Sometimes wearing them while touching myself made it more awkward or uncomfortable, but it also felt good following this rule. It generally just felt good to have rules.
As for right now… I feel more attractive now when I’m wearing heels and I also associate it more with kinky things and arousal than before.