On a lark, I listed some dirty, old shoes on eBay last summer. Years ago, my collection of shoes hit the 130 mark, and I just don’t have the room (or energy) to love and appreciate most of them anymore. I had heard that it’s possible to make hundreds of bucks on eBay selling used shoes to fetishists, so I figured, hey, why not give it a whirl. I artfully crafted a few listings and crossed my fingers. I mean, I love shoes, shoe fetishists love shoes… boom, instant camaraderie and cash. After all, we’d be looking out for each others’ best interests in a sorta-kinda-almost perverted mutualism, right?
Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I wanted to make a few bucks, and they wanted to get off as soon as possible, then make a break for it before any dollars actually changed hands. That’s not to say I didn’t make a friend or two; I did. A few men were delightful, respectful, and genuinely pleasant. The rest of them, however, were either a rude-aggressive or rude-flighty flavor. In the end, my naiveté to trust that strangers would do the right thing is what doomed my fate.
I was surprised how much fun it was to talk with a number of these men.
The ones who ended up being the best conversation partners were those who felt guilty or secretive about their desires and were not obtrusive. Generally, those were the most submissive fellows. As a rule of thumb, shoe fetishists tend to err on the submissive side. Unfortunately for me, though, many of the submissive men who reached out ended up being more of the “topping from the bottom” type who quickly became annoying.
For a while, I enjoyed asking my customers personal questions so that I could better understand their desires. I told them I was an aspiring therapist and huge sex nerd, and that I thought their interest was really cool. I asked if they had other interests as well (they always did) and how they first noticed they were delighted by treasures lurking south of the ankle. Many of the questions I asked them are the same as those found here on my sexual interest survey. Almost all the men were eager to tell me about themselves and their interests. Unfortunately, though, they were significantly less generous with their wallets.
With the exception of a few truly charming conversation partners, about three quarters of the men who contacted me were sneaky little shits.
I received chat-speak demands to send pictures of myself from men who claimed they wanted to “prove” I was actually female — because that’s super legit, don’t ya know. Clearly these men were unfamiliar with how Google Images works. I also received a couple of unsolicited photographs, which was both creepy and impolite. Some of the men were single, but others were dating or married to women who knew nothing of how much time and money their signifiant others were sinking into this pleasure. One man even (disgustingly) bragged of his success cheating on his wife with younger women because their sex life had become “unfulfilling”. In the end, he surprised me by being one of the only people to actually pay for something.
Another man begged me to allow him to be my financial slave but was stupid enough to put in writing, multiple times, that he intended to use his company’s bank accounts to fund his sexual enterprises with me. In the end, he chickened out before I received anything, but not before picking my brain for cross dressing advice.
False promises flew like wild. Men would promise me financial compensation above what I was asking, if I would only show them what I looked like or fulfill other pushy demands they had. Some wanted me to describe my feet in a sexual manner, while others wanted to be verbally degraded. A few just wanted to get a rise out of me. They’d be repeat customers, they said. They’d be very, very generous, they said. Bullllllllshit. I never heard from any of them again.
My worst experience taught me just how far these men would go for a cheap (read: free) thrill.
One customer sent me an inquiry about a particular pair of sandals and agreed to pay my asking price, as long as I wore the shoes inside of plastic bags for a few days to increase the potency of their odor. I agreed and got to work. He then asked if I’d consider taking a very specific photoshoot of my feet to recreate a YouTube fetish video he adored, for additional money. I sent him more than 60 beautiful photos and let him know that the sandals were ready to be shipped as soon as possible.
That’s where I screwed up, sending him those damn pictures in good faith. After telling me how “hard” the pictures made his “salami” (ick), he then offered a measly $20 extra for me to wear these sandals all day and night for an entire month. I politely declined his outrageous request and asked to continue with the original agreement. In response, he promptly cancelled the entire deal, called me “delusional”, and disappeared. I lost no money but was enraged by his callous arrogance and disappointed that I had been so foolish as to give him high quality, custom photographs for free. I felt as if he stole them, the shyster.
Luckily, there were a couple notable gold stars in the bunch.
My favorite experience was with a nineteen year old kid who asked for toenail clippings to eat and sweaty shoe insoles to use to make tea. He was respectful as could be, thrilled that I had even responded to his initial message. Although he failed to ever buy what he said he would (two pairs of tennis shoes and some socks — I vetoed the toenail request), he was funny, cheerful, grateful, and would have made a wonderful friend. I enjoyed talking with him so much that I even gave him my phone number so that we could continue our daily chatter over text messages. We connected on an emotional level, and I valued the time and energy I put into our short-lived friendship. I would love to meet him in person some day and catch up over coffee.
My other fondest experience was the month-long conversation I had with an older gentleman. He was a loquacious storyteller with an impressive memory, describing for me down to the last minute detail how his interest in feet started as a young adolescent, entranced by the behavior of a gorgeous, assertive, twenty-something woman with whom he briefly interacted in a convenience store one hot summer. He was also desperately seeking advice about repairing his intimate relationship with his wife, which he felt guilty about threatening when he selfishly, a few years back, bought her some lingerie which he enjoyed but that offended her. He loved and cared for her, and he gave me as wide a view as he could into both of their emotional mindsets. From an academic standpoint, it was fascinating.
In the end, I’m glad I had these experiences because I learned valuable lessons.
If all of the men who contacted me had been polite and not of the bam-slam-thank-you-ma’am mindset, I would be more eager to re-enter that arena. If you’re a foot boy buying shoes from women, please be considerate and pay her for her time. If, of the other hand, you’re a person looking to get into selling shoes to fetishists, this is a situation where you’ll be, most likely, working very hard for relatively little money. Repeat buyers are probably your best bet for saving time and energy, but they can be hard to find. Hope for the best, but plan for the worst. The internet is flooded with liars and cheats.
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