PETER’S STORY – BOOTS!! (guest post)

Every now and then, someone puts a comment on my blog that deserves its own space.

Very few of the people who see a Dominatrix but otherwise keep their kinks private, as I was doing for many years, have a platform where they can expose their kinks to public scrutiny and, hopefully, enjoy the acceptance and recognition that I found in this wonderful community. I’ve enjoyed being able to offer that experience to my fellow traveller from time to time.  

So, here is Peter.

Peter fetishises lady’s boots and takes particular pleasure in buying a new pair for his Mistress. I love how he describes what that means to him in this extension to his original comment:

“I’m a fervent boot fetishist and, when I’ve bought a pair as a present, I always go through an extended ritual of preparing them. The first task is to carefully unpack them, which is always exciting, and I frequently feel my heart racing as I do so; looking at photos online is not the same as having those objects of desire in one’s hands! After examining them, and probably drooling, I first check the soles to make sure that any labels (or residue of labels) are removed as leaving them on is not a good look in my eyes. I then give them a good polishing with traditional polish, applied with a brush and worked well in; after letting the polish penetrate for a few minutes I then give them a brushing with a separate polishing brush. Finally they receive a very thorough final buffing with a heavy cotton cloth so that they are shining with a wonderful glossy lustre.

I then check the zip, if there is one, and lightly lubricate it with a rub from a wax candle; this ensures it runs smoothly and with no snags.

After one final, loving inspection they are reluctantly packed away with tissue paper and the box is then gift wrapped ready for presentation.

All through this process I am thinking of my Mistress and the magical moment when I will kneel before her and reverently present the present. I will hold my breath as she unwraps and opens the box, desperately hoping they will delight her. I know her taste pretty well, after many years of devotion, so I usually hit the spot!

She adores boots too, having well over a hundred pairs, so she is always as excited as me and will shoot frequent glances at me as she impatiently tears off the wrapping paper. I am usually sat on the floor, as befits my place, so usually gather up the irregular, torn shreds of paper as they cascade down. When all the paper is removed, she lifts the lid, places it aside and delves urgently into the tissue paper, typically gasping with pleasure & excitement when she spots the sacred items of footwear. I always try and look at her face during this process as I love to watch her emotions play out on her wonderful, uninhibited, beautiful face. Once they are found in their tissue paper nest, she holds up the boots to get a good look at them and turns them around, emitting frequent murmurs and soft moans of appreciation.

Then comes the long-awaited and long-anticipated moment when she tries them on; undoing the zip, removing the packaging from the interior and toes, slipping her shapely, toned legs in and zipping up or lacing up the shaft of the boot. Once on, she will slip her thumbs into the top of each boot in turn, grasp the leather and tug them upwards to ensure they are smooth and crease free. After a final smoothing with her hands, she will fix me with an unblinking gaze, a contented smile playing around her lips, cross one leg over the other, raise an eyebrow and then give me an almost imperceptible nod. This is my signal to worship.

I normally start by cradling the elevated foot in both hands, bend my head and begin covering the fine, aromatic leather of the foot in soft, reverential kisses. I work my way slowly and carefully up and down the leg of the boot, kissing and licking it tenderly, supporting it with one or both hands where needed. Mistress permits me to use my hands to caress the smooth leather too; in fact all the senses are stimulated during the veneration. The eyes take in the colour and curves of the boot, the nose greedily inhales the musky, signature scent of the leather, the lips and tongue taste the sweet tang, the hands feel the lubricity and softness of the boots, as well as the firm, supple flesh of the shapely legs inside them and the ears delight in the creaks & squeaks of the pliant hide.

Of course the heels need attention too and this requires me to change from my kneeling position; lying on one’s back is a wonderfully submissive position anyway but is also perfect for heel worship. When I am worshipping a boot heel I always imagine that I am fellating my Mistress’s strap-on, using my tongue to lick the tip and up the sides and deep-throating it in a controlled but intense manner, taking as much of the heel into my mouth as I can. Whilst in this prone position of abasement I always ensure that I pay attention to the soles of the boots too, licking them thoroughly to ensure they are spotlessly clean; this can involve ingesting some carpet fibres, grass fragments or grit but this is a small price to pay for being allowed the privilege and honour of worshipping my Mistress’s exqusite boots.

Great care must be taken to ensure that every morsel of each boot is worshipped, as any omission will surely be noted by Mistress and duly punished; she invariably has a riding crop in her hands, ready and waiting and takes great pleasure in bending it ominously and threateningly in her leather-gloved hands!

The whole process turns me on beyond belief, gives me a wonderful sense of well-being, of being where I belong and is a way of showing my devotion and submission to my Mistress. It also satisfies my deep cravings to worship beautiful boots and, since I met my Mistress, not just boots in isolation but boots enclosing the supple, toned legs of my Goddess. A measure of how my feelings have changed since dedicating and giving myself solely to my owner.

If I had to sum up the whole ritual of worshipping my Lady’s boots I could do so in one word – Heaven!!

This beautiful rite will be enacted next Monday and I just can’t wait!”

Picture courtesy of The English Mansion