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Friday, February 29
Wednesday, February 27
Feet and Shoes
Talking about feet this morning in my post about the Corporate Suit got me thinking and made me super aware of what people were doing with theirs at lunch time. I popped into town to buy some books for the final semester of my Masters and found myself doing my usual London quick-pace around town, but slowing outside each shoe shop I passed.
Patent Leather is in this season, as is the 30s rounded toe, outward curved heel and ribbon fastenings, red, black and silver. I wandered into David Jones, the department store where you can peruse such brands as Malano, Robert Robert, Burburry, Jimmy Choo and many others all under one roof. I tried on a pair of black patent Robert Robert with elastic across the front of the foot, very sexy, but just a little too slim for plates of meat like mine. I suppose I should thank my Mum for making me wear ugly boy shoes as I was growing up, it means that I now have well formed, strong bones but it does mean that most modern shoes are just too narrow.
Then I saw the Jimmy Choo black patent leather ankle boots with a gold highlights around the toe and three straps with gold buckles. The sales lady was excited when I asked to see them in a size 38, but then I should think that was all to do with the commission earned from a $1250 pair of boots. Anyway, she brought them out and gave me a pair of granny stockings to put on, and then I did my best impression of an ugly sister, squeezing my foot into the boot. My toes went in fine, my heel slipped into place without too much fuss, but I had no hope of doing them up. There was a centimetre gap between the top of the tongue and the side of the boot, the straps hung limply, I had managed to turns these works of art into something ordinary. I removed them and stuffed the acid free paper bundles back into them before replacing them in the box, my heart sinking with each movement.
I left the store thinking it was probably best they didn’t fit, I’m still paying for the Malono purchase and I was carrying $142.70 worth of Uni (plus a couple of Alison Tyler) books.
As I walked back to work in my wide, comfy, flat, green leather thongs (made for me by Eugenia Neave of Adelaide) I found myself looking at the ladies feet around me and wandering why they insist on wearing nice, expensive shoes when they don’t look after their feet. Is there really anything less attractive than chipped toe polish, hardened cracked heels and blisters covered with plasters, shuffling along?
Patent Leather is in this season, as is the 30s rounded toe, outward curved heel and ribbon fastenings, red, black and silver. I wandered into David Jones, the department store where you can peruse such brands as Malano, Robert Robert, Burburry, Jimmy Choo and many others all under one roof. I tried on a pair of black patent Robert Robert with elastic across the front of the foot, very sexy, but just a little too slim for plates of meat like mine. I suppose I should thank my Mum for making me wear ugly boy shoes as I was growing up, it means that I now have well formed, strong bones but it does mean that most modern shoes are just too narrow.
Then I saw the Jimmy Choo black patent leather ankle boots with a gold highlights around the toe and three straps with gold buckles. The sales lady was excited when I asked to see them in a size 38, but then I should think that was all to do with the commission earned from a $1250 pair of boots. Anyway, she brought them out and gave me a pair of granny stockings to put on, and then I did my best impression of an ugly sister, squeezing my foot into the boot. My toes went in fine, my heel slipped into place without too much fuss, but I had no hope of doing them up. There was a centimetre gap between the top of the tongue and the side of the boot, the straps hung limply, I had managed to turns these works of art into something ordinary. I removed them and stuffed the acid free paper bundles back into them before replacing them in the box, my heart sinking with each movement.
I left the store thinking it was probably best they didn’t fit, I’m still paying for the Malono purchase and I was carrying $142.70 worth of Uni (plus a couple of Alison Tyler) books.
As I walked back to work in my wide, comfy, flat, green leather thongs (made for me by Eugenia Neave of Adelaide) I found myself looking at the ladies feet around me and wandering why they insist on wearing nice, expensive shoes when they don’t look after their feet. Is there really anything less attractive than chipped toe polish, hardened cracked heels and blisters covered with plasters, shuffling along?
The Corporate Suit – part IV
I have written about the Corporate Suit before, here, here and here. Well, it appears he’s getting itchy pants with his vanilla girlfriend that finds his fetish disgusting, because he has reappeared again.A couple of weeks ago I was about the leave the office when I received an email from him asking how my feet were. My stomach did an annoying flip flop and I informed him that they were well and about to have a pedicure. My brain was saying ignore the mail, but my fingers did the walking. Before I knew it, I was having my toenails painted black as he had expressed his love of the colour. Later the same night I sent him a picture of my black covered toes wearing clear PVC stilettos.
Yesterday I received a photo to my telephone, of him still enjoying the picture after two weeks.
Yes, he’s licking his computer monitor!
Monday, February 25
The Wanton Whore – part III
He wants me to write all over his sissy little body what a tart, slut and whore he is.
He wants me to mummify him in cling film (what is it about me and the cling film lovers?)
He wants me to force him to wear ladies clothes
He wants to be on webcam for all the world to see when the above (and more) happens.
He also has a desire to give up smoking, do you think making him be smoke free for two weeks before any of these things happen is enough of an incentive to assist him to quit?
He wants me to mummify him in cling film (what is it about me and the cling film lovers?)
He wants me to force him to wear ladies clothes
He wants to be on webcam for all the world to see when the above (and more) happens.
He also has a desire to give up smoking, do you think making him be smoke free for two weeks before any of these things happen is enough of an incentive to assist him to quit?
Expelled
The Literary Schoolboy is being expelled before he really had a chance to enrol in the lessons I could teach. He stood me up on Saturday.
I did however take advantage of the free time and sat in a café on Darling Harbour, watched the boats sail in and out under Pyrmont Bridge and read the entire March edition of Madison.
I did however take advantage of the free time and sat in a café on Darling Harbour, watched the boats sail in and out under Pyrmont Bridge and read the entire March edition of Madison.
...and I think I've found a house big enough for me to have a playroom.
Friday, February 22
Signed, Confused of Sydney
I’ve been going over a few things in my head since Thursday morning and have even discussed this with a girlfriend, but still I find myself confused.
As I walked to work at 7.40am I wandered how any man could have me up and ready for work twenty minutes before my alarm would normally go off? That’s the first thing that’s bothering me.
The second thing is why did I find it acceptable that after amazing play and ensuing nooky we should just sit down and watch a couple of episodes of Buffy?
Lastly, I understood the leaving of the t-shirt soaked in rubber polish as I offered to stick it in the wash, but why is it that now, after only two visits I have two t-shirts, a pair of latex gloves, a pair of latex briefs and a full latex hood sitting in my bathroom?
Answers on a postcard please, too…
As I walked to work at 7.40am I wandered how any man could have me up and ready for work twenty minutes before my alarm would normally go off? That’s the first thing that’s bothering me.
The second thing is why did I find it acceptable that after amazing play and ensuing nooky we should just sit down and watch a couple of episodes of Buffy?
Lastly, I understood the leaving of the t-shirt soaked in rubber polish as I offered to stick it in the wash, but why is it that now, after only two visits I have two t-shirts, a pair of latex gloves, a pair of latex briefs and a full latex hood sitting in my bathroom?
Answers on a postcard please, too…
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