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
What a brilliant insight into a shoe/boot fetish…I gotta admit the whole thing about ladies stomping in high heeled boots does get me a little hot…scary but hot
Thanks Peter for the peek into your fetish!
Hi J
Thanks for your appreciative comment, it’s always good to get positive feedback and to know someone has enjoyed one’s literary efforts!
All the best
Peter
This is so beautiful. I found it really touching and emotional ; there is such a captivating sense of your veneration and careful worship that you have described with gorgeous clarity. I loved this. Thank you, Peter 💖
Hi Jupiter
Thank you so much for your comment, it’s much appreciated.
I love writing about my kinks and fetishes and knowing that other people enjoy and appreciate them is great.
I suffered, like many I’m sure, with terrible feelings of guilt and isolation about my kinks when I was younger but the internet has been great for connecting likeminded people.
This was really fascinating, thank you for sharing it. I’ve never quite understood boot worship, but this is beautifully explained
I have so many questions if you are willing to answer some of them at all:
1. How long does this kind of boot worship normally take? I imagine it varies, but on average
2. What do you need from your mistress during the worship? What response? What kind of attention?
3. Does your mistress have the chance to wear all those boots, or are most of them just for play?
4. Do you have favourites of the existing boots for worship, and why are they the favourites?
Thank you,
Ferns
Hi Ferns
Thank you for your kind words about my post.
I love writing and whenever I write about my kinks or fantasies I am transported in my minds eye into the scene I am describing; once that happens, my fingers seem to move across the keyboard of their own volition as they describe the action I am envisaging.
I was therefore really pleased when B1 gave me the opportunity to pen a guest post for his wonderful blog.
I am very willing to answer your questions so please find my responses below.
1) My Mistress usually permits me to worship her boots as part of a scene, often at the beginning, so I would say that it typically lasts around 5-10 minutes. It’s a wonderful, gentle, submissive, worshipful way to start a session. On my part I could probably do it for hours if allowed!!
2) I don’t really NEED anything from my Mistress during boot worship, just her permission. However, like any inter-human interaction it is always more satisfying when there is communication and feedback. She may instruct me which part of the boot to worship, either verbally or by indicating with her finger or crop, she may tell me to slow down if I am being too eager, she may moan softly in appreciation of my efforts or breathily whisper “Good boy” if I am pleasing her with my efforts.
She may punish me with her crop or flogger, either because I have erred in my worship or just because it is part of the scene e.g. I am so debauched that I need correction!
3) With a collection of over a hundred pairs there are plenty to choose from! She loves boots herself and wears them on a regular basis irrespective of what season it is. Some she wears out of play, typically with less extreme heels, some are mostly or exclusively worn during play and some she wears both in and out of a scene.
Like all of us her favourites come and go, though she has probably 5-10 pairs that would undoubtedly be clutched to her chest if she had to escape from a house fire!
4) Yes I do have favourites and why they are my favourites requires quite an in depth answer. I am not at all sure why but I am very particular about which boots I find attractive. It is a little hard to define but it has to do with the quality and type of material used, the shape of the heel, the curve of the arch, height of platform if any (I hate large clumpy platforms with a vengeance, they look so inelegant to my eyes), even the type and placement of the seams and stitching. Some boots just look “right” to my eyes and I have spent a lot of time analysing why they do!
I could add an awful lot more detail if you are interested but that would perhaps be better done via a different medium to this? Perhaps I could send you a message via Fetlife?
May I conclude by asking you a question? Are you a boot fan yourself?
Best Wishes and thank you once again for your interest.
Peter
Thank you so much Peter, I really appreciate the thoughtful answers :).
I’m a shoe fan, and that includes boots, but due to a changed lifestyle, I really don’t wear them much any more (and truth be told, it’s been so long that I do think I would struggle with many of the heels I used to wear quite regularly).
Shoe or boot worship, though, I have no experience with. From the D-side, it reminds me a bit of pegging, in that there isn’t much physical sensation in it for the woman, so the pleasure must come from somewhere else.
Feel free to contact me on Fetlife if you wanted to share more, but I’m very pleased with your responses, so it’s not necessary. And thank you again :).
Ferns
Such a beautiful gift, and a wonderful way to honor your Mistress. Thanks for sharing this with us 🙂
Rebel xox