Foot-binding was pretty hot. Morally depraved but hot. The whole point was to make a woman permanently dainty and helpless and dependent on her husband. A woman with bound feet could never run away, could never fight back, could never live on her own, struggled to even keep her balance. She spent her whole life in her husband's house, working with her hands to make textiles and clothes to sell, getting fucked whenever he wanted her. Walking was painful and difficult so she spent most of her time off her feet. It was a condition of permanent helplessness, one she had no agency in choosing, forced on her when she was only a child, which she endured in meek silence for the rest of her life, locked away in her husband's house. Men at the time described the practice in erotic terms, admiring the helpless way women with bound feet walked, swaying their hips, unsteady on their feet. Men gossiped that this gait made a woman's vaginal muscles tighter. It was just as kinky at the time as it sounds to us today, and it was inflicted on up to 50% of Chinese women at the height of the practice.