Some Thoughts On Shoes…
The Cathedral halls echo the sound of the dainty heels clicking on the altar. Service is about to commence, but all I can envision is how charming My shoes look against the tile of the basilica floor. If only it wasn’t for these damn plaid skirts, I could be the glamorous vixen that those above TRULY intended for me to be!
I recall it all began when I read about an extreme shoe style called “chopines”, fashionable amongst Women in Italy, Spain and France. This particular style of shoe had pedestals of cork or wood as tall as 24 inches. A Venetian woman wearing chopines needed two servants to help her in and out of a gondola. It was as if the words were jumping out to Me and creating the foundation of a severe shoe fetish at an early age. It was the one thing that made sense, the one thing that was not mundane and allowed in my all girl’s curriculum. The one thing that would allow for not only individuality, but for a visual stimulation to keep Me awake, as well as non-deviant and compliant during the strict rules that the nuns placed upon all of Us. Rapidly becoming the epitome of a Shoe Goddess, I began drawing and selling photos, taking pictures and allowing the boys to be in My presence for donations to my shoe fund… an activity that would be close to my heart and adored by several for years to come.
Presently, I cannot even begin to elucidate my absolute trance-like experience that occurs when I hear Myself clicking down on the hardwood floor, smelling like pungent exotic tropical flowers captured by those who must have had a Goddess in mind…hypnotic, ritualistic and embodying all that femininity has grasped. The transformation that a tenacious Woman encounters while adorned with a glorious pair of handmade Italian shoes is staggering. One would have to be a fan of all things pleasurable and exquisite to understand the parallel belief that a beautiful pair of shoes can endure.
With no desire to dismiss My intense Shoe Fetish , I live My life in reverence to My ownership of lovely shoes. From residing in a locale where valet parking is abundant, pedicures are less than 10 dollars and have by profession, allowed fortunate submissives to be My sitting stool while I try on shoes at boutiques from coast to coast. As a Bilingual Domina Latina, I am able to celebrate the subsistence of shoes by holding them revered as one of My extreme fetishes even across the borders into the realms of Central and South America. At the end of a long day, I can ultimately come home and smile with every step I take, with knowledge that at least for Me, this is no cliché, as nothing quite makes My day like a pair of Christian Diors!
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