This topic is one that has caused me more than a little trauma. I have found it extremely hard to explain how this fetish is sexually stimulating for me as a Dominant and a submissive. Jay, a submissive that I have spanked for many years, was so traumatized by accidentally seeing me worshiping a Dominant’s boots that it almost ruined his ability enter a submissive headspace in my presence. Luckily, I was able to use my Dominant skills and implements to erase the offending sight from his mind.
Let me first define what I am speaking about. Boot worship is a reward granted to a submissive with a boot fetish in which the submissive shows admiration to the Dominant by kissing, rubbing, riding, or otherwise manipulating the Dominant's boot. A boot slave is a submissive whose sole purpose, no pun intended, is to care for a Dominant's boots.
As a Dominant, few things can honor me more than a submissive showing abundant zeal and enthusiasm for my boots. I have my own opinion on the way I want my boots serviced. I do not want a submissive to touch my boots without permission. He should reposition his body to make contact with the boot, not the other way around. His lips and tongue should be applied liberally to every inch of the boot. If his tongue is not black with boot polish when he is finished, he hasn’t done an acceptable job.
My infatuation with boots and boot worship began as a young child. My father gave me a small shoeshine kit when I was seven. Living in Abu Dhabi, UAE., I could find very few shoes or boots to try to emulate. I found my eyes drawn to the crystal clear shines of the Marine guards at the United States Embassy. I started asking for pointers on how to get the best shine. Soon, the MSGs (Marine Security Guards) adopted me and taught me the “secrets” of their shines.
My college and military career was instrumental in stoking my boot fetish. I quickly noticed well-shined shoes and boots and became aggravated toward men who paid no attention to this part of their clothing. I found that working on my boots or those of a Dominant I care about was a form of meditation for me. The act focused me.
As a submissive, boot worship is very close to being a form of sex for me. I rarely become aroused by it, but have many times almost shoot my load while working on a pair of boots. The high shine of a pair of Motorcycle Patrol boots immediately draws my attention. When Master sends me to honor a Dominant with boot worship, I find my headspace is directly influenced by the work that has applied on the boots. The caressing of the boots with my tongue is an expression of my admiration for the Man wearing the boots. I do not idolize the inanimate object of the boots. I pay homage to the care that a Dominant (or his submissive) can show to an important part of the “uniform”.
So if you ever see me on my knees, with my hands behind my back, and my face buried in leather, you can be sure that I am hard as a rock and enjoying life. Honestly it would also be true as you looked up at me while polishing the toe of my patrol boot with your lips. The important thing to remember is that the leather will eventually fade and crack. The relationship between the two of us, for that moment, is bliss.
