I’ve a fetish for shoes but not just any. Louboutins. I am an addict and recently purchased, or should I say, had purchased for me, my 7th and costliest pair. A beautiful pair of purple snakeskin booties with 120 mm heels. I get these because I not only have a financial submissive in Manhattan who is a fabulous chef and owner of an incredible restaurant but because now I’m at a position in life where I CAN. I now have insurance on my shoes and a security system that centers on my shoes. I love them, I’m addicted to them and cannot have enough pairs. The feeling of power and authority and self confidence I have wearing these works of art is immeasurable and he last paid fuels the need for the next pair even more. These shoes belong in MoMA, whether on display on a shelf or on my feet. Regardless, I deserve them and want more. As narcissistic as this sounds, I have these because I have wonderful people who take care of my wants.