Subservient pristine heelster

I didn’t know I had a fetish. Apparently I do. I always thought I was 6’1 full of chocolate but apparently I’m “vanilla”. Still unsure exactly what that means but Ill abbreviate it to tame I think. I don’t know how I stopped myself putting an add out during lockdown which said “normal guy seeks woman with lovely hands, immaculate nails, pretty toes and an insatiable lust for wearing lingerie and classy strappy patent heels around the house”. I’ve questioned myself why am I like this. I remember always remember being told “keep your nails and your shoes clean”. As a boy and had a young fresh spritely fashionable headmistress who I can remember even now used to give us a handwriting classes. She would hold the pencil and float it across the line producing the most beautiful joined up handwriting whilst I captivated would stare at her shiny gorgeous red nail varnish that was always perfectly immaculately done knowing when to say “Yes miss at exactly the right time of required consciousness”. She was so cool, had a full plain basin haircut that made her look cute, okay maybe not cute exactly but with her convertible MG , very cool.. She was strict at times. I laugh now wondering if there was an ulterior motive I was always in trouble. There was something about her and her perfume and though I was only 9 at the time I think I liked receiving a good dressing down every now and then from her. Ooof she was fiercely strict at times but insanely classy with it. I used to stand there being told of thinking,”thats perfume!” I still to this day get tickled by a classy red or french manicure, pedicure. I can’t stand woman who do long diva like nail extensions like the longer the nail the more woman they are, or wear nail varnish that’s chipped or have a blob left just in the middle of the nail like the salon only employed children or there just wasn’t enough food in their house. That was a joke by the way. Either way my guts would roll and my skin tugs in the other direction when I saw it. Someone I’m not interested in I’m like cool its your thing, whatever. Someone I’m interested in and my mind cries like. “Why!?” Why would you do that to yourself. No nail varnish is totally way more sexy than nail varnish that’s not done well.