A Stiletto Heel (AmE: spike heel) is a long, thin heel found on some boots and shoes, usually for women. It is named after the stiletto dagger, the phrase being first recorded in the early 1950s. Stiletto heels may vary in length from 5 centimetres (2 inches) up to 18 cm (7 inches), and are sometimes defined as having a diameter at the ground of less than 1 cm. Such heels shorter than 5 cm are called kitten heels.

High heel shoes were worn by men and women courtiers, further information of the history can be found on the Bata Shoe Museum. The Stiletto heel came with the advent of technology using a supporting metal shaft within the heel. This revival of the opulent heel style can be attributed to the designer Roger Vivier and such designs became very popular in the 1950s. Their popularity did not stem only from women, as men desired women to wear stiletto heels just as often.
As time went on, stiletto heels became known more for their erotic nature than for their ability to create height. Stiletto heels are a common fetish item. As a fashion staple for women, their popularity has waxed and waned. After an initial wave of popularity in the 1950s and early 1960s, they faded from the scene until the early 1980s, when stiletto heels became de rigueur for American professional women to wear at the office with their wide-shouldered power suits. The style survived through much of the 1980s but almost completely disappeared during the 1990s, when professional and college-age women took to wearing shoes with thick, block heels. However, the slender stiletto heel staged a major comeback after 2000, when young women adopted the style for dressing up office wear or adding a feminine touch to casual wear like jeans.  wikipedia.com

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Jennifer's date just could not stop talking about her feet
Jennifer's dating horror story in her own words...

Talk about a serious foot fetish, Jennifer's date couldn't stop talking about her feet the very first time they went out...
I’m all for feet. I mean, they get me to and from where I need to go each day. And I enjoy the regular springtime pedicures…not to mention the little foot massage that comes along with it. But my affinity for feet basically ends there. Not so for Jerry, the guy I went out with the other night.
It all began when one of my single gal pals and I hit up a bar in the big city, trolling for new potential male harem members. I was on my second martini when Jerry smiled at me from across the bar. He was a good looking fella…good looking in the ken doll sort of way. You know, tall, blonde & blue, nice bod.
So I smiled back. A couple of those oh-so-cleverly thrown flirtatious glances later (or shall I say after an extended “eye date”), Jerry was by my side, introducing himself. My first thought was, “Jerry is a pretty goofy name.” But, what the hell, Cindy says you can’t be too picky when creating the male harem, so I stuck with the conversation. Turns out, Jerry is a pretty cool guy…smart (college educated), successful, and quite flattering. We talked for the next hour or so and he gave me his number.

I called him and we had a brief but pleasant conversation, setting up a date for the weekend. I was hyped! I thought, this could be it— 17 bad dates be damned—this could be the one that turns into an actual relationship.
This was a rather traumatic experience for me… somewhere around when the appetizer arrived, Jerry hit me with an unusual bit of flattery: “You’ve got really nice feet.” I stopped chewing and glanced down at my French-manicured, sandal-clad toes, and thought, that’s weird, but maybe he’s just nervous and couldn’t come up with anything to say during that bit of silence when I was chewing. But, no, this was not the case. For then, Jerry said, “They’re almost perfect—the way your toes go in order like steps.” I laughed a little (albeit uncomfortably) and acknowledged this strange-oid compliment with a “thanks,” and promptly went back to eating that appetizer. Well, then (oh, yes, it continues), Jerry says to me, “Do you ever paint them red or pink?”
“What? My toes?” I said, taken aback. I couldn’t believe we were still talking about my feet! “Yeah,” he said, “I mean, I like the French manicure and everything, but I really like pinks and reds on toes best. French manicures are really more for hands.”

Okay, now I had no idea what to say back, so I took another healthy sip from my drink, and said, “Well, yeah…sometimes I paint them red, but I’m not really a pink kind of girl.” He continues on the subject and asks if I enjoy foot massages. I said sure, from my pedicurist, but other than that, I really don’t indulge myself in them. Well, he says, then “I’d love to give you a foot massage.”
By this point, the waiter had finally arrived with my second drink and the entrée. I promptly began digging in just to avoid any more feet talk, when Jerry said, “Well, would you like that?” I said “I’m sorry…what?” He said “If I gave you a foot massage…would you like that?” Another healthy swallow from the martini glass, and I leaned across the table conspiratorially, and said, “You do know it sounds like you have a foot fetish, right?” And he said, like it was the most perfectly normal thing to be discussing on a first date, “Yes.” Shocked, I think I finished half my drink. I mean, who admits to deviant sexual behaviors/fantasies on a first date…what the hell was wrong with this guy?
He then proceeded to tell me that he probably wasn’t the first foot fetishist I’d met. In fact, he felt quite sure that at least one of my previous boyfriends (without knowing them or anything about them) must have had a foot fetish. I’m not really sure why I bothered, but I argued this point with him, explaining that I had never had any boyfriend who willing offered himself up as my foot masseuse. He said, “How about one who liked licking your toes? Or sucking them?” I said, “Eww…no!” He said, well if not a boyfriend, what about a male relative. I almost choked on my food then, and washed it down with the rest of my drink. Then to top this fine evening off, he offered to suck and lick my toes that very evening if I was willing. OMG!

The only thing I was willing to do at that point was flag down the waiter and ask him to bring the check as quickly as possible. I excused myself to the bathroom while he went after it. But of course, Mr. Feet was paying by card, so I had to endure a few more minutes of really uncomfortable silence (he didn’t have much to say after I turned down his toe-licking offer) before I practically ran to my car.              check it out at Ask.com

Did you know that Foot Fetishism defined means In clinical terms, a fetish is a stimulus that is a requirement for sexual arousal to occur (also called an "exclusive paraphilia"). Therefore, a person who can derive sexual arousal from the human foot along with other more conventional stimuli (i.e. kissing, petting, etc) would not necessarily meet the clinical definition of having a fetish. This article focuses on arousal by feet in general (i.e., the popular use definition of fetish), and not on the clinical definition of foot fetishism.
Foot fetish has been defined as a pronounced sexual interest in the lower limb or anything that covers portions of them. Freud considered foot binding as a form of fetishism.[1]
For a foot fetishist, points of attraction include the shape and size of the foot and toes (including the actual toe nails. eg: french pedicure), the texture of the skin, cleanliness, state of dress (i.e., barefoot or clad in socks or nylons) and odor. Foot lovers may enjoy touching, tickling, kissing, licking, sucking, smelling, and/or lovemaking with the objects of their affections.[1]
Like other paraphilias, foot fetishism encompasses a wide range of predilections; one foot fetishist may be aroused by scenarios that another fetishist finds unerotic or even repulsive. Websites exist that cater to a number of specialized scenarios, including: women walking barefoot in the street with dirty soles or on uncomfortable surfaces such as hot pavement, feet pushing down on gas or brake pedals, feet crushing objects like balloons or toy cars, feet being pushed into mud or food, female foot torture (i.e. having the soles of their feet tortured or punished by whippings, hot wax, burnt with cigarettes, etc. see bastinado and falaka), and feet being bound and tickled.
Others may include feet stepping in paint, tar or glue.
Aretifism, a sexual attraction to people who are without footwear, is a synonym to podophilia, although the connotation is slightly different (attraction to the unclad foot vs. attraction to the foot itself).

In addition, As fetishist behavior is unlikely to be reported; its true prevalence is unknown.
In order to determine the relative prevalences of different fetishes, scientists obtained a sample of at least 5000 individuals worldwide from 381 Internet discussion groups. The relative prevalences were estimated based on (a) the number of groups devoted to a particular fetish, (b) the number of individuals participating in the groups and (c) the number of messages exchanged. Using these measures, feet and shoes were found to be the most common target of preferences. Forty-seven percent of the sampled population had a preference for feet and toes.  Were not alone in our passions, peeps.  BTW, I got this from wikipedia.

Check this out!  I got this from femalefirst.co.uk.  Britney Spears was left red-faced when she was reportedly asked to put her shoes back on during a flight - because her feet smelled.
Sources claim several passengers of the flight from Los Angeles to New York complained about the stench after Britney slipped off her shoes. So an air stewardess had to ask the pop babe to put them back on.
A passenger told Britain's The Sun newspaper: "The smell was unbelievable. One woman had a word with the air hostess, then three or four others complained."
Britney is said to have blushed when politely asked to do something about the smell, and blamed the odour on her shoes. The passenger added: "Britney went red, laughed and said her shoes make her feet stink. Thankfully she put them back on.
There's no way we could have put up with that." Meanwhile, Britney caused herself further embarrassment when she reportedly had to be carried out of a Las Vegas restaurant after drinking too much.  The star was not drunk or sick, telling America's New York Post newspaper: "Britney did enjoy the sake and had a great fun-filled time.
The reports of her being helped out of the restaurant are greatly exaggerated, but she may have been tipsy because she has recently lost a lot of weight and is tiny."
Britney was back on top form when she attended the Billboard Awards at Las Vegas' MGM Grand hotel with Kevin and her tiny pet dog.