Being Stepped On In Order To Accelerate In Life story written for Pedalezine pedal pumping fans and members to enjoy what it would be like to be a gas pedal under the control of a sexy woman pedal pumping it day in and day out. Using and abusing her gas pedal under her powerful dainty foot. For the Foot Fetish as well as those who love a woman in control of things. The gas pedal is the most control object by millions of females every day all day.

No one ever understands what life will toss at him or her.  Imagine if there really was such a thing as a pre-Earth heaven or maybe purgatory or even a please-don’t-keep-me-waiting-here-in-line-my-feet-hurt place called hell where we had to wait for God or some other Supreme Being to issue us our abilities and goals due in this life?  Maybe I’m just a weekend philosopher with a mechanical mentality in life, but I believe that a power greater than me, or you, granted me my special talents in life to achieve His or Her omniscient plan.  I’m not so certain about the objective, but then if it did happen that way, I admit to not remembering His or Her commandments about whatever my objective was supposed to be.  And now I have to figure it out all by myself.  

Great, now I’ve gone and gotten all religious when what I really wanted to explain to you is my sexual fetish.  No, not perversion; that’s a criminal or sociopathic act.  I’m not after little children or hurting women.  I’m not even after sex with animals, although the sex in public places while trying not to get caught and the mile high club seem interesting.  No, me, I need a certain object to make me feel that tight, natural, chemical sensation that makes us all feel alive.  I know, a fetish might be a paraphilia according to some shrink that thinks he or she knows everything, but it’s not even against the law!  How can they say that I’m sick if it’s not illegal and doesn’t even hurt anybody?  And there are some strange fetishes out there, not just the feathers and the leather and the whips or even the woman who gets called the “cock tease” because she gets high on not putting out.  Everyone has something particular to whatever makes them tick.  I don’t think that my particular need in order to find excitement is so strange.  What is my particular need?  I’m working my way up to that.  Be patient.

Oh, now I’ve digressed again.   I meant to introduce myself before I ventured from heaven to hell and back again.  I am Accelerator.  Yes, the type that you find in any car.  No, I’m not a human being the same as you.  Some inanimate objects have feelings when you consider then to be any less emotional or capable of sensation than you big fleshy bags of bone and muscle and brain tissue.  Your not as special as you think you are with your big brains and tiny concerns for any other culture than the human one.  One day you’ll meet up with someone bigger than you, too.  Think you get to step all over me for being smaller, or metal, or inanimate?  And no, Accelerator don’t need gonads to be sexual.  So limited in their thinking, human beings are.  Maybe I’m in my specific location in the great reincarnation chain of being for a reason.  And I’m still sexual in thought, even if I don’t have the equipment that I once may have owned.

Fine.  I’ll calm down.  Back to my fetish.  Being an accelerator,  

by now you might have figured it out.  I love feet.  I need pretty women’s feet to step all over me.  Don’t tell anyone, but Mr. Engine needs those pretty feet to step all over me, too.  Makes him hot and energetic.  Why am I addicted to feet?  Who really knows exactly why one thing turns on a person over another?  I just know that those sexy white toes and arches and even the tough heels turn me on.  I’m not even sure if they are sexier in the high heels with the pantyhose – and there are oh-so-many hot styles of pantyhose: beige with the toes that don’t run and the heel tougher than the rest, suntan with the line at the toes that makes them adjust them again, sheer black with the patterns that disappear under the hem as your eyes follow them, and once, I saw white pantyhose.  And all of this variety, before you even get to explore what else is under that dress!  

Can’t think about that too much, I’m only an accelerator.  My view of feminine beauty is currently restricted to feet and foot coverings.  Because even the shoes can be a turn-on.  High heels are the best, but there’s twenty-one different types, I think.  The heel is what I notice first; from the barely-off-the-floor one-inch talls to the ones the women wear when they don’t want to fall down but they still want you to look.  The super high heels seem to be difficult to drive in, and especially the platform high heels, because I get to feel the caress of stockinged or even bare feet when the trip is long enough.  Sometimes the heel point is narrow enough to hurt you, and I’m the type of guy that enjoys being walked all over.  But other heel types are fat enough to dance in.  And how do they manage doing that?  Walking on stilts must be tough enough, but dancing in them?  Looking pretty and moving pretty and not ending up in a not-so-pretty predicament?  Some genders are more mystifying than others for a reason.

I might be just a guy accelerator, but I listen to these women talk about their footwear because it interests me.  It’s not only a purely sexual interest; sometimes you can figure a woman out by what type of shoes she wears and why.  Flats for the no-nonsense business woman who prefers chino slacks and turn-down collars and even the eyeglasses that she pushes back on her nose with her index finger.  Or maybe she wears the semi-high heels to high school, with or without the ankle strap.  Then there’s the legitimate high-heeled woman who has to wear them with the pantyhose and dress to impress her businessman boss.  Not too narrow for her, not too wide for him.  Of course, going back a few years, the Sketchers arrived with their blocky heels.  They’re sexy enough, but they’re not quite the same.  Of course, the girls don’t fall down in those shoes, so they’ve held that trend and now it’s become a fashion staple.  Maybe if we want them to wear the sexy shoes, we’ve got to let them stand up in them.  You ever wonder if maybe high heels were a ploy to make them fall down so that we could be the gallant hero and help them up?    

From one mystery to another - the peek at the toes or the hidden treasure in the serious shoes.  Some women make you take the