Shoe and Foot Fetishism as the Expression of Female Power: A Presentation of Images and Words

The female legs: a pairing of two strong, soft, supple, well-muscled engines of desire and control, 

both in and out of bed.

 The female foot, shod in shining elegance. 

The shoe becomes a beautiful instrument of destruction.

Flexion, definition, and pure strength. 

Beauty lives in the ability to move, stretch, and remain still.

A tease, a glimpse, the promise of the shoe being completely removed, the foot being exposed - 

and then, what else will become uncovered and, ultimately, known?

The foot is the foundation of the beautiful structure that rests upon it. 

The shoe must be worthy of holding such an integral and beautiful piece of the anatomy. 

They must look, together, as though they are one in the same.

Looking up at a woman, 

from her perfectly pedicured feet, 

is to behold her from an all-encompassing vantage point. 

You are permitted to gaze at, then past, her toes, 

all the way to her hair, 

and to appreciate everything in between the two extremes

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To be beneath, to be made small, to be made low, and to be stripped of power:  

that is what it means to be at the feet of a Domme, a Goddess, a Mistress, or a Madame.

My joy is your submission.

My bliss is your acceptance.

Sheela Na Gig: So Very Pleased to Meet You

It is difficult to fathom how I have not been privy to this concept/image/goddess/protector/destroyer/creator prior to this morning.

 I am immersing myself in the imagery.

 I really can't stop staring into the myriad vulvae populating my screen, thanks to GoogleImages.

 There it is, a female figure holding herself open, grinning in the face of anything and everything that may be coming toward her.

 She does not give two tenths of a fuck.

 No, I take that back.
 She knows she's powerful.
She knows her BODY is powerful.
She is the opposite of bodily and/or Womanly shame.

 My god, I don't quite know how to process all of this in a coherent, let alone articulate, way.
I just keep staring.

So much of this imagery hits me right between the ribs.

 It's debilitating to see a concept you've struggled to understand and embrace for a lifetime RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.

 I know that, throughout my life, even before I was able to understand the concept of sexual healing, I've felt the urge to use my body and my ability to protect and envelop others, mentally and physically, for good.
For THE good.
For uppercase, all-around, heart-pounding, evil-obliterating Good.

 It's terrifyingly humbling to look at an image and see the visual manifestation of an innate, personal, but heretofore undefined truth.

 Sheela Na Gig - I'm so very pleased to meet you.