Sunset over the Walmart parking lot looked really nice today.
Here’s a small haul of what I got:
-Showlaces for tying cool knots that I might do a tutorial on later.
-Moneysworth&Best shine brush
-Moneysworth&Best shoe polish (nearly got parade shine which melts your boots yikes)
I know Kiwi is the best but Walmart didn’t have any left, I would have waited but my boots are actually one of the very intimidating officers boots, not storages and he’ll kill me if I don’t shine them soon.
Momentarily commandeering this account to post about leather boots, shoe shining and the inherent submissiveness of it. This is not a foot fetish thing this is a leather thing. 👍🏻
It is a kink thing and it is sexual in nature even if it is not explicit, MDNI
There's something so tantalizing about it. Sitting, kneeling really, at a man's feet. He's paying no attention to me, ignoring me because I'm below him.
I work diligently, quietly. Grabbing some of the polish onto a rag and rubbing it into the shoe with a practiced manner.
There's something about him doing every other thing rather than look at me as I buff his shoes until they shine enough to reflect me and the tall ceilings.
I work quickly, not because I have another customer waiting, but because I am efficient and eager to prove my worth. When I finish, he drops a few dollars for me, pats my head like a dog and leaves.
Never once does he look at me. Never once does he acknowledge my presence. I am just a means to an ends for him. I am nothing.
