I got my step-sister a pair of elongated pointy leopard printed high heel pumps with a red ribbon with soft and smooth soles for Christmas. She has always wanted this high heel to wear at her friend’s new year eve party. She has work in the morning and would have to go straight to her friend’s party afterwards so she asked me if she could borrow my car. She is dressed in a red cardigan, black pencil skirt and black pantyhose with the leopard print high heels to complete her look. My heart racing at the sight would be an understatement. I could visualise her high heeled foot managing the gas...

I got my step-sister a pair of elongated pointy leopard printed high heel pumps with a red ribbon with soft and smooth soles for Christmas. She has always wanted this high heel to wear at her friend’s new year eve party. She has work in the morning and would have to go straight to her friend’s party afterwards so she asked me if she could borrow my car. She is dressed in a red cardigan, black pencil skirt and black pantyhose with the leopard print high heels to complete her look. My heart racing at the sight would be an understatement. I could visualise her high heeled foot managing the gas pedal. I started to become jealous of the gas pedal of my Toyota Corolla who will be able to feel my step-sister’s high heeled stockinged foot. I thought of a way to see this in action so I asked her if I could join her friend’s party for buying her the heels and for borrowing my car. She hesitantly said yes and that she would pick me up after work. She came to the house after work and we drove to the party. My eyes would continuously dart to her pantyhose feet in the sunlight and the leopard print high heels managing the pedals. However, I couldn’t film this as this would be too obvious. The party was alright. I could see Sophie (my step-sister) dancing and jumping up and down the hall with her heels on. I asked why she wasn’t taking her heels off to dance but she said her pantyhose foot is really smelly from her running around at work all day. I could imagine the sweaty pantyhose sliding around in the heels with a big sweat patch on the sole with a strong aroma. The night was getting towards the end and I had to execute my plan. I got into the car to set up the camera in the footwell before my step-sister arrived. The next step was to get her into revving the engine somehow so I could capture the scene. She waved her friends goodbye and she walked towards the car ready to go home. She asked if I was driving but I said I was not feeling well tonight (not really) and that she would have to drive. As she was walking towards the drivers seat I asked if she had revved the engine at all today. She said no and why I was asking her the question.

I started swearing and that she was supposed to rev the engine each time the engine starts up to make the engine last (obviously not true). Her eyes sparkled as though she has done something wrong. I told her that we could fix this. She would have to rev the engine a bit more than usual to get the soot build up removed. She jumps into the drivers seat and turns on the ignition. Places her high heeled foot on top of the gas and depresses it a little bit. The gas pedal responds with a light vroom as he reads the pressure of my step-sister’s high heeled foot and the RPM of the engine raises to 1500. I told her that she needs to aim somewhere between 3000 and 4000 rpms for about 7 minutes. She realigns her foot and flexes her ankle a bit more. The gas pedal reads the position of my step-sister’s foot as the RPM shoots up to 3000 before going back down. I told her that was great. She continues to flex her ankle more as she gains more confidence in revving the engine. The foot slave (the poor old gas pedal of my Toyota Corolla) has to obey whoever places their foot on top of him. As we approached the 7 minute mark, I told my step-sister that she would have to floor the gas pedal in quick succession to let the last soot leave the exhaust system. This doesn’t disappoint. She places her whole weight on top of the gas pedal and the floor mat crumbles from her pressure. The gas pedal reads the position of my step-sister’s high heeled foot as the RPM shoots up towards the redline before going back down. She floors it two more times before stopping as she felt bad for the gas pedal who has to read every movement of her high heeled foot.

As we got into the house, my step-sister removed her high heel first thing at the doorway. I could glimpse a strong aroma from her pantyhose as a result of her running around at work, from the party and definitely from the revving. She said to me how much she liked the revving. She felt really powerful that she is able to operate a large machine using just her right foot especially in a pair of high heels. I took a photo of the inside of her high heels about 10 minutes after she took them off and there was still moisture in the inside sole.