I had no clue that there would be so much interest in this subject. It was a post I just threw up there, something that happened to me years ago.
A number of people have made their opinions known on the subject.
Eileen’s take on the subject makes me wish there were more Eileens in the world. (Stop hogging her Maymay)
I do have to disagree with Coriander’s assertion:
“Submissive men don’t adore women in cheap shoes. They adore the ones in the 1000$ thigh-high boots, the perfect bodies in the expensive lingerie, the Bitches with designer handbags, the Fetish Queens in latex and leather. I have not yet seen a single site devoted to the worship of a woman in cheap sneakers and white cotton comfortably cut panties. The women they worship have perfectly manicured nails and lips painted to succulent redness.”
I could care less about the clothes. In fact, isn’t naked better than anything else? I’d drool over a woman who’s confident in cheap sneakers and sweatpants over thigh-high boots any day. Plus, thigh-highs don’t show as much leg so….
Where was I?
I was pretty naive when the woman in question asked me to get coffee and go shopping. I was still new to New York and couldn’t imagine someone wanting me to pay for their shopping spree upon first meeting. Now if someone were to mention shopping, I’d know what she meant by it. Someone much wiser in the ways of the world pointed out the fact that she didn’t hide the idea of shopping from me. It’s just that I was too new to the area to know what shopping meant.
A submissive guy emailed me and it started an interesting conversation:
Him: I’m curious, how much were the shoes? And how hot was she?
Me: They were around 250 I think and she was very attractive.
Him:So she was very hot and dominant? And the price of admission was this pair of shoes? Ok, so assume the average ‘date’ is costing you $75. That’s like three mediocre dates that don’t give you anything… while this hottie who is dominant is willing to give you a chance. Hey, just the opportunity to walk behind her carrying her shoes would be kind of hot. Just a thought.
Me: I think you’re forgetting one point. I had nowhere near 250 bucks.
Him: Charge it.
Me: Buddy, I couldn’t if my life depended on it.
Him: Fair enough.
An email from someone I used to be intimate with ended this topic on a much happier note:
“Your pussy eating skills are worth more than a truckload of expensive shoes. She’s unfortunate for missing out on something far more valuable”.
I’m feeling much better about my empty wallet after reading that.