Video unashamedly cadged this from the delightful fetishist Aarkeybabble.
In thinking about posting this, I was reminded of a blog post I saw the other day on Jezebel about women and shoes. I think most of you know that my entrance to the rabbit hole of kink (oh, I do loathe that “rabbit hole” phrase but this entire blog post is a procrastination — I should be replying to emails — so I’m just gonna be lazy and let it slide this time) … anyway, most of you know that the guy who sorta introduced me to The Scene, albeit a bit indirectly, was (is) a shoe fetishist. I usually refer to him as “Shoe Guy” anecdotally. I met him in a vanilla setting, we really hit it off, I kinda had a crush on him (I think it’d be fair to call him a sensualist: he likes good things, done well. I’m deeply attracted to that myself.). One night we’re at a swanky holiday event and confesses to me he has a foot and shoe fetish and I give him an Elaine-esque shove and say, “REALLY?!? I’ve heard about you people but I’ve never met one of you! Do tell!”
So we spent the entire evening in the corner with bottomless glasses of Veuve Cliquot staring at all the womens’ feet while he gave me a dissertation on the art of the shoe. I think I owned about 10 pairs of shoes at the time. All of 3 pairs of heels I owned were of the chunky/stacked variety.
That’s not the case now. I, uh, have LOTS of shoes. Each one has a particular story. They’re like my personal tattoo. Here are the first pairs of Manolos I bought after a particularly disastrous session (I find I like to spend Tribute on frivolous/extravagant things when a scene ends up particularly traumatizing. It’s therapeutic.). Here are the boots that were bought for me in Paris. The engagement Choos (not MY engagement … it’s a long story) and the rainstorm that followed. The Beyonce Louboutins and that perfect day with my cyka.
I don’t use my shoes in session at all — as most of you know, I go barefoot. But I love indulging in my own shoe fetish and sharing it with the people I play with who like shoes too. Not for foot worship or shoe worship — those aren’t scenes I do. But just as two people who love a beautiful shoe. Lately I’ve been craving a refresher course in what makes for a great shoe — fetishistically, artistically, structurally. Any volunteers?
As someone with an unfulfilled shoe and foot fetish, I call shenanigans! I can’t decide which is worse – leading with the title of your post to suggest an exploration of some wonderfully deviant shoe fetish, or crushing my image of you in leather and Louboutins.
Damn you, Troy Orleans, damn you!
The video was kind of funny, though. And I’m somehow fascinated that you like to spend the tribute on shoes when a session goes south. Curious, indeed.
Jeffrey
MTO,
I have always felt that footwear can be a window into the feelings/attitude of the wearer. Insomuch as, sneakers=casual; Jimmy Choos=class; knee high patent leather boots=keep up with me if you can; barefoot MTO=primal huntress. As a footwear fetishist i can always appreciate a nice pair of high heels, they are always the cheery on top of the cake of a well dressed woman. They send a message to all that the wearer is dressing to impress and cares about how they are viewed.
As far as what makes a great shoe, the possibilities are endless. I am sure there are plenty of people that wish they could be the main character in your video, and others want to be on their hands and knees in front of a pair of sky high heels. I for one think a great shoe compliments the wearer and the clothing (or lack of) they have chosen for the day.
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@laughing
Funny, I for some reason always think of Jimmy Choos as Russian hooker shoes. I still have several pairs of them, including a very sassy, sexy leopard print that I *love* and can’t stop wearing at every opportunity. There’s definitely a correlation between my shoe choice and my mood, mostly along those you listed. I just hate that my NYC lifestyle doesn’t really favor daily wear of stilettos. Too many subway rides and cross town walks. Even though my legs can usually handle it, it trashes the shoes so fast. I’m forever getting my heels snagged in the sidewalk cracks.
@jeffrey
I have this superstition? about holding on to bad money, so if I have a really, really unpleasant scene, I either redirect the tribute to a good cause (See Operation Field Trips! ) or spend it as extravagantly/frivolously as possible. Like I’m burning it. I know other dommes who do this, even down to the specific of shoe shopping. I haven’t had many of these (though one, really, is too many) and, with one exception, I’ve never sessioned with any of them again. (Just realized though that the one I did allow back was the one whose tribute funded Operation Field Trips. Hmmm.)