It does not matter that 372 women at church this morning were wearing them.
They have sensible heels, not stilettos.
I got them on sale at Kolhs, perhaps even using a coupon.
It doesn't matter.
When I slip them on, and feel the black leather mold itself around my thick calves, I am transported. I'm not going to book club. Oh no.
I am Mistress Manatee, Domesticated Dominatrix.