Any type of shoe abuse. Broken heels, well worn shoes, scuffed shoes, torn shoes, shoes run over by cars, shoes dragged on the ground, crinkled pointy toes, shoes sawed in half, shoes run over by cars, lost shoes, shoe trees, trample, crush, etc. Any other discussion or photos having to do with shoes, boots or other footwear, abused or not, is welcome.
Alle Arten von Schuh-Missbrauch. Abgebrochene Absätze, sehr getragene, abgenutzte, verschlissene, zerissene, überfahrene Schuhe. Schuhe über den Boden gerschliffen, zerknitterte Schuhspitzen, zersägte, plattgetretene, zerquetschte Schuhe, verlorene Schuhe, Schuhbäume etc. Jede andere Diskussion oder Fotos im Zusammenhang mit Schuhen oder Stiefeln oder andere Arten von Schuhen, missbraucht oder nicht, ist willkommen.
Arturo from italianstyle is to "blame" that I found to this fetish. He destroyed my favourite pair of raspberry Miu Mius I was desperately looking for over so many years. First I was deeply upset. But then I finally found my own pair. And what did I do with my precious treasures? I´ve sent them over to Cammile to let her ruin and destroy them. And I do not regret this step. I guess you all know the topic about the story.
For me it was when one of my moms friends dropped a cake and it crashed onto her white Reebok sneakers making them all messy. I wanted to bend down right then and there and clean them up for her.
I think it was when I was very young, my mother used to wear pumps (Not high particularly just normal.) and once when i took a grape to eat at a green grocer she took off her pump to spank me with. Then shortly afterwards I had a favourite pair of red slippers that had a silver trim. They were abit worn, but I liked them. My father took them and chucked them onto the bonfire. I remember crying as the flames took hold and ate them.
I think that I was born with it. I used to raid the neighbors trash for shoes or find them on the streets. I made a shortcut through the city bus parking lot one time. Women left their extra pair of shoes on the bus. At the end of the day the buses were swept out and the shoes left where they parked the buses. There were lots of shoes on the ground, many run over and crushed flat. Somehow I was turned on by that.
Well, I am some kind of late bloomer when it comes to the abuse fetish. It happened about 1 year ago when I became interested in that kind of stuff...
...honestly I used to be an absolute abuse hater until I started to change my mind step by step. The very thought someone could harm a pair from my collection made me mad. Just ask Minni. She knows about my reactions back then when I saw a pic of abused and/or destroyed high heels. I was very aggressive in another forum when we talked about it.
But some day I started to fantasize about seeing a beautiful woman (hello Minni ) torture and destroy some of my beloved shoes. It was strangely arousing. The result can be seen here in some topics and a few vids on my Youtube-channel. For instance I decided to let Minni abuse my favourite pair of Miu Mius (have a look at my avatar). I will NEVER forget that weekend a few months ago. I visited Minni in Berlin and could see it with my own eyes how she put on my pristine Miu Mius and slowly started to abuse them. Now I am a believer. LOL
THANK YOU, MINNI!
H, thank you for sharing your amazing story. I am glad you discover this passion.
I too have been trying to tell my female friends about the wonders of shoes and shoes abuse arts. And some of the feedback have been wonderful. The feelings as their their nice new beloved shoes slowly get abuse and scuffed and worn away. The feelings of the thrill, the feel of power, and sensuality and sensual pleasure, the relaxing and stress relieving nature.
Some girls have also told me of how much fun their shoes can bring in the bedroom. Like how the different parts of a stiletto pumps can be used so pleasurable in so many ways. Or how the well worn toe print of a pair of sandals from another girl feels as the pheromone seep into their smooth skin.
I guess you all know the topic about the story. 
