Hi I'm new here and I'm planning on going barefoot out in public for the first time tomorrow. I have a hair appointment at the nice salon I go to, and the appointment will take some time for what I'm having done to my hair. The girl that does my hair is my age and real attractive. Anyway, the last time I went I was wearing flip flops, and one of them actually broke on me while I was walking on my way into the store. Without even considering continuing into the salon that way - with a bare foot and a broken flip flop in my hand - I turned around and walked back to my vehicle to get my tennis shoes I conveniently had along from working out. Later, when I began to think about what it would have been like to have had to go in there barefoot, slightly humiliating with a broken flip flop in front of a bunch of pretty women, I hated myself for having put shoes on. I decided that the next time, I would go there barefoot, and claim one of my flip flops had broken during classes earlier, and had just tossed them since the one was beyond repair, and it was hard to walk with just one, or that it felt stupid or something like that. I really like the feeling I get from going barefoot and being barefoot in the presence of others with shoes on. For me, it's an exciting, vulnerable, humiliating type feeling, but I've always been shy about going barefoot out in public. It's important to me to fit in or not stand out – at least not because of an alternative lifestyle. My high school was a smaller size rural school where a most of the guys wore cowboy boots, and wearing flip flops wouldn't have worked with the macho type image the crowd I was part of had. [here's a picture of my ostrage skin boots I wore in high school] http://img212.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=98285_100_0512_122_86lo.JPG I first realized my interest in going barefoot a couple years ago at the beginning of my senior year in high school. I had broken (shattered) my ankle during summer break and was in a cast up until a week before school started again. The surgeon who operated on my ankle wanted me to wear an aircast for a couple weeks after I had my cast taken off. The aircast was just more like a plastic brace that went over my ankle with a nylon strap that came down around the heel of my foot. I was still having to use crutches to get around with, and I didn't have any intention of wearing the aircast because I couldn't get it to fit down in my boot, or even into my tennis shoes very well... However, out of concern for my ankle healing properly, my mom insisted on me wearing it as the doctor had ordered. She said that I'd just have to go without a shoe on that foot. Of course my first idea was to wear one boot and just go with a sock on the other foot, but once I tried that combo on, I thought it looked kinda dumb... So I tried it with a tennis shoe, and it looked better, and then for whatever reason, I took my sock off and I was really turned on by the barefoot and ripped jean look. I don't know if thats why it made me feel sorta apprehensive about going that way, or if it was the sort of vulnerable and humiliating feeling it gave me..... Anyway, everyone at school noticed – especially since I was on crutches – and a lot of people me asked why I didn't have a shoe on because my jeans did a pretty good job of hiding the aircast, but all I had to do was to point the cast out to them. It was really cool because a lot of girls would be like ''aaaahhh!!! what happened to your foot'' and would want to see my ankle and ask if it hurt and stuff. One really hot girl I really liked and sat next to in physics, wanted to see it and actually held my foot in her hand while she looked at the scar on my ankle. [here's the scar that remains] After a couple days, I started to walk lightly on my foot, still with the crutches, and my foot would get dirty, which I also liked. However, by the next week, I really didn't need the aircast anymore, and gone was the excuse for going around with even just one barefoot. Ever since then I've really wanted to go barefoot in public.... I guess I'll see where tomorrow takes me.... I also plan to take my camera along to document what I can, and possibly sneak in some shots somehow.... Oh, and here's some pictures of my feet just in case anyone's curious....
Thanks for your post, I enjoyed reading it! The feelings you have when going barefoot, the excitement, being vulernable is what also draws me to be barefoot in public as well. For many years I too was very shy about appearing barefoot in public, so my friend, you are not alone with those thoughts. I will be anxiously waiting to read on how your visit to the salon went minus the shoes with all of those pretty ladies around. I would wear blue jeans if I were you, barefeet and jeans just look right together. BTW, I would have really enjoyed having a hot girl hold my foot in her hand, Very Sexy!
can everyone say... foot fetish. GOOD! alot of people are turn on by feet (i am.) i think girls feet are beautiful. quite a few girls are turned on by boys feet. i like your story, and if you want to go bear-footed... GO AND GET THEM TIGER!
good idea except for the lie. just get out shoeless... if then you enjoy it and plan to do it again well you cant go on telling lies forever to anyone who asks you where your shoes are.
Oh I like being barefoot and bare anything else. The biggest problem in being barefoot in public areas is the risk of injury in a not too sterile environment. I don't know about most of you but in my town there are bits of broken glass from beer bottles or worse in a lot of areas. So even though I like being bare I will pass on being barefoot here lol. Ahhh foot fetishes... Well I don't have foot fetishes but I don't mind nibbling on toes and massaging feet or having mine done. Fetish? No, but I like anything that feels good
I'm surprised to hear you feel vulnerable and humiliated when barefoot;- it has the opposite effect on me!
Okay this is extremely long but, I succeeded in going barefoot Tuesday. I'm really glad I done it now, and keep thinking about all the details of it!! However, the actual going barefoot, didn't go anything like I had expected it too. I was really excited about it that morning, as I had been for the past three weeks. To make the most of what I had planned, I wore my favorite outfit – ripped jeans and a white cashmere sweater, and left for classes that morning wearing my tennis shoes. After class I drove to the salon, and once I parked, off came the shoes and socks.... I had thought when the moment finally came, that I might begin to have second thoughts at the last minute, and resort to wearing my shoes in, but nothing could have been more the opposite – than the exciting feeling I got from pulling off my shoes and socks.... However, as I walked up to the salon entrance, I began feeling really shy, and even silly or stupid about the whole thing. By the time I actually got close to the entrance, my walking had just about slowed to a halt. I was debating on going back and getting my shoes, knowing, however, that I'd eventually regret not having gone barefoot, as I'd planned for so long. Probably about 15 feet from the the entrance, along the side of the building, the idea of going back to get my shoes had won out. I was as close to turning around and getting my shoes as I could've been – without yet having done so – when the salon door opened from the inside and a lady came walking out through it. Her eyes just happened to catch mine as she turned to walk my way. She smiled to acknowledge me and then directed her attention to the ground directly ahead of her and saw that I was barefoot. She stared back at me with a confused look, and stopped walking once she got close enough to me to ask what I was doing without my shoes... I felt just like running away and hiding, but attempted to answer her as I thought back on how I'd rehearsed what I'd say about my flip flop breaking. Under the anxiety, my voice cracked on me as I started to speak, and I quickly held my fist up to my mouth as if I'd just coughed. Then for whatever reason, I said I'd “lost” “them” Before I could even reflect on what I'd just said, the lady said “You lost your shoes?!?!” in the same – maybe more confused tone. I stood their speechless, looking dumb, trying to think of what to say. It seemed like an eternity had passed before I finally settled on retracting what I'd just said, by saying that I meant that my flip flop had broken. She looked at me with a slightly less confused, or maybe just less interested look, and just said “Oh...,” sort of like she didn't fully accept what I was saying, and as if she could tell I was embarrassed and wasn't wanting to talk about it, and continued walking on her way. I felt so stupid, and wanted more than even before, to go back and get my shoes. But doing so would've required me walking close behind her, all the way to the same general area both our vehicles would've been. So I decided to wait where I was at, until she had got back to her car and left. I then heard car doors slam shut and saw to women getting out of a bright white Escalade and starting to walk up towards the salon. I wouldn't be able to avoid them on my way back to my truck, and thought of how if they at the least noticed I was barefoot then, how strange they'd think it when I came into the salon with shoes, and how awkward it would be if I had to wait with them. I just decided to go ahead barefoot as I'd originally planned. The extreme shy feeling I'd had only got worse when I walked through the door and saw this young really hot girl who I hadn't seen there before, at the reception counter. She didn't notice that I was barefoot when I first walked in, and couldn't see for the counter once I got within a close enough distance to her, or while I sat down to wait after that. Thinking about how the two women I'd seen in the parking lot would be coming in any second now, I pulled my feet back towards the front of my chair as close as I could, and began trying to hide one foot by covering it with the other. You could still see – with all but the little the bottom of my jeans covered – most of my left foot, though. A minute might have passed before the two ladies came walking in. They both were real attractive and looked a lot alike, and then I realized that they were mother and daughter. They were dressed real sharp and and the daughter (late 20's) was wearing flip flops and had real pretty feet and her mom had spiked heel brown leather mules. They didn't pay me any attention as they walked by and sat down diagonally across from me. A couple minutes had passed before the mom noticed that I was barefoot, and just stared at me. She had the same confused look as the lady I'd encountered earlier, but seemed more put off. Finally I acknowledged her staring, and explained that my flip flop broke, as I moved my one foot off the other and spread them out a little. The daughter looked up and said “awww......” and laughed just a little, and went back reading her magazine like it was nothing at all. I was hoping this would end the matter, but the mom gave me a sort of dirty look, and continued with it looking down at my feet, and then finally just shook her head. It really made me feel uncomfortable. Eventually, the girl from the counter came walking my direction from the back of the salon. Once she got so close to me I could see that she had noticed my bare feet, and when when she finally got to me, she raised her head – finally taking her attention from my feet to tell me that it would be a few minutes before the girl that does my hair would be able to get to me. Then she looked back down towards my feet, looking like she was politely waiting for me to explain why I was barefoot. I began to repeat what I'd just told the lady sitting next to me a few minutes ago, but before I'd actually said anything, the girl quickly turned around and walked back towards the rear of the salon. I really wanted to give her an explanation, but for now had missed the opportunity. I sat there wondering what she must think..... It was probably like five minutes that I sat there waiting, when my feelings started to change. I started liking it and began to get excited by the humiliating feeling I'd had. I sat there with my feet out in front of me and began to make analogies comparing my bare feet with the mom's mules. Like that I was inferior or in some way less than and couldn't have shoes. My imagination began to run away with thoughts like these, and all the genuine or real shyness or shame I'd been feeling was no longer bothering me. I still sort of had those feelings, but I was actually enjoying having them now.... I was really enjoying the time I was having to spend sitting barefoot, waiting on the girl to do my hair. Anyway, eventually, she and the lady she'd been working on came up to the front and as soon as my girl finished ringing the lady up, she walked over to me and cheerfully said, “No shoes today...?” just like you'd ask somebody about a food topping or a menu item. She was smiling and I figured the girl from the counter earlier, might have mentioned to her that I was barefoot. She furthered my ease I'd already began to feel, enough so that I was able to just respond to her by saying “ No. Not today...” For me it was just like toying or experimenting, by letting it go at that, and I was still expecting her to want a “real” explanation, in which case I was planning on telling her that I had broke a flip flop. BUT, she just said come on back, and led me back to her chair. I hung my feet of the front of the chair to get as much exposure as I could, and people looked, but never said anything since they were just walking by, and me and the girl doing my hair were talking ourselves the whole time. It was really great. Eventually she asked, “So what made you decide to go barefoot today.......?” I really didn't know what to say, and no longer wanted to tell her the broken flip flop story. So all I said was that I didn't know for sure, and that it seemed like it might be fun.... then I added, “so I just left the shoes at home....” She just smiled and seemed content with that answer, and never said another word about it. I was so excited that I ended up going to Wal-Mart, barefoot, after that, and just walking around aimlessly. I wanted to do more, but didn't have time. I've thought about going barefoot everyday (to class and anywhere else) since then, but I can't do it.... I don't know what I'd tell my friends or what I'd say to other people I know..... However, this Saturday I've planned to take a trip to a metropolitan area I'm familiar with, about 50 miles away. It is a really large spread out city, from one end to the other, and they have public bus transportation. I'm planning on going barefoot, leaving my shoes, debit and credit cards at home and taking only enough cash to pay for a couple bus fares, and strand myself where I have to walk from end of the town to the other, Barefoot!! I definitely love how all the paved and tiled surfaces feel and how dirty my feet end up getting!!
Dude, you did it, awesome! You stepped outside your comfort zone, took the risk instead of going back for your shoes. Thanks for the nice update, very well written I might ad. Tell me, what was the weather like there? I know for a fact the midwest got hit with lots of snow earlier this week. Due to the fact that young female had on her flip flops may indicate the weather was a little on the mild side, plus the gals at the salon didn't inquire if your feet were cold. Congratulations.
It probably got up to 60 Tuesday, and my appt. was at 1. It was even warmer Wednesday, but cooler today. We got about an inch of snow last Friday, and it was freezing. About 50 miles east they got 6 inches.... Yeah, no one ever asked if my feet were cold.....
Congratulations on your first day "au naturel", Adore! If you are going to make a habit of it (hope you are!) make sure you walk correctly to protect your joints, that is to say "ball heel ball" rather than heel toe. This is called "fox walking" there is a demo on youtube, just enter "foxwalking". Once you gain confidence in your feet, you will be able to brush off any criticism.
That was a great story. You really went out on a limb by being barefoot in public in a place where you had to be for a long time with a bunch of the same people. In the beginning, I always found it was easier to go places barefoot where I'd go in and out quickly where people kept moving. To increase the comfort level, try doing it regularly in convenience stores. Once I started doing that I decided that I would just keep doing it no matter what. You also mentioned your friends.. again, I decided whenever I go to a friend's place or am around my friends, I would be barefoot. Keep it up! Love your stories--looking forward to the follow up!
Oh my god dude. Your story is my story. Well, mostly. I've been barefooting for a bit now and the first few times I was just as shy, what with standing nervously at the doorway and such. But a few months ago, I did the same thing at my hair stylist. She's hot too. We've talked quite a bit about barefooting, although I never "went there" barefoot. I've slipped my shoes off while sitting in the chair. Anyway, we talked about it, she said that she goes barefoot around the beach to the stores and stuff. But one day, I decided I would go barefoot, just like you did. I tried to use a story just like yours. It was pathetically 1/4 true. I said that I forgot my shoes in the other car and by the time I noticed, I didn't have time to drive home and get them. I did leave them there, but I knew that I left them there. So anyway, I did go in there barefoot, although I was much more confident with it. I just didn't want to seem like a weird foot freak or something. I think the story flopped but it doesn't matter, I was barefoot. So I walked in, checked in at the desk, sat in the waiting chair, I was wearing jeans and so far no one noticed. She brought me back to her chair and I climbed in. She didn't notice until she had to reach down right in front of my feet to grab the clipper plug. She stopped for a second, staring at my bare feet and said, "Are you barefooted?" With the upturn in tone at the end of barefooted. It was pretty awesome. So that's when I spilled my BS story. I don't know if she bought it though. So I went back to get my hair washed and the chair cranks up the foot rest so my bare feet are right there. The hair washing girls didn't really mind but one said to the other, "...barefeet..." and the other said, "I know, I just want to reach out and tickle them". So back I went to get my hair cut, nothing unusual, but I tried to start a barefoot conversation w/ her and asked if she'd gone anywhere barefoot recently. She just said that she hasn't been to the beach yet. Sadly that was all. Again, I didn't want to seem like I was pushing the subject and acting like a freak or something. I know we don't think of ourselves like that but if the subject was brought up and not really continued, I don't want to push it. I had talked to her before about it for quite a while. I tried to get her to go w/ me, she seemed like she was up for it, but of course, it never materialized. I'm still wondering if she just agreed with me and my barefooted lifestyle just to be a "yes" woman. Agreeing with what I say just to hold a conversation, after all , I'm paying her and maybe she's just trying to make me happy so I'll come back. I don't know. I know you all will ask, but the hair washing girls, they weren't really my type. The relationship between the hairwash girls and me is pretty much nil. So I just let that one go. Anyway, I thought it was cool that you had pretty much the same experience that I did at the salon. Intersting.
I just thought I would let you know that as a professional novelist your writing style is excellent for someone your age. You should look into writing. Your style is insightful and descriptive and I really enjoyed reading your posts. I am also a barefooter and foot fetishishist so I am with ya brother. Enjoy going barefoot. Eventually, you will develop enough confidence so that when you walk into a place barefoot no one even questions you because you will just exude an aura of normalacy.
Dear Adore, just tell them the truth: you like it! What's wrong with that? I breathlessly read your very well written story (the way you describe in every detail your emotions and the changing of them is superb) and I can get really angry about all these people who think they have a right to critisize you. Don't bother what other people think, you're not hurting anybody now are you? And why should a girl 'politely await your explanation'? Being polite would mean: respect you for what you are, or at leat ASK you for your motives, not wordlessly waiting until you explain (or even apologize, that what I actually read in your words) for being barefoot. But hey, I'm Dutch, and we are very tolerant over here, letting others in their own value. I'm barefoot a lot, also in trains, busses and on my work too, and I don't feel the need to explain/apologize for what's really a part of my being. Enjoy going barefoot, be proud!!!
