--------------------
Copywrite DaddyPreston 2002
Please ask before copying this article in full or in part.
When I was younger I remember watching a Motorcycle cop mount his motorbike. His shiny black leather boots kicked up the stand and he roared away. The arousal I felt then, was the same as the arousal I felt the first time I pulled on a pair of leather equestrian boots that I was bought for competing in the show ring on my horse. I would oil them, clean them, spitshine them and generally look after them better than any other piece of leather I owned. Such is the life of a boot fetishist! When I wore these boots I felt powerful, just like the motorcycle cop I had seen when I was younger. Woof!
A boot fetishist is aroused by many aspects of the boot, all senses are stimulated and the combination of these things produce a variety of powerful and erotic experiences.
The Taste:
Boot leather and boot polish taste of oil, beeswax, sweat and mud. While most people find the sound of that repulsive, many bootslaves find the idea of encountering these tastes hugely erotic.
Some bootMasters feed their bootslaves beer or soda from off their boots while they are cleaning boots with their tongue and the mixture of the liquid, polish and a very dry mouth can be an amazing experience.
I also know bootslaves whose Masters dip gags in a small amount of the oily bootpolish to keep the slaves in �space� when in between cleaning the Masters boots.
The Smell:
The smell of the boot leather itself and also the smell of the sweat in the boots is sweetly pungent, almost sickly so.
Some fetishists may even use boots as muzzles during play to use the scent as an aphrodisiac during sexual play. Taping the boots to the head of the slave with gaffa tape so that the slave can smell the sweat and foot odour of their Master as a constant reminder of their station as lower than the Masters boot heels.
The scent of boot polish can feel like it is inside your brain as you lick boots clean. It is a scent you can�t get out for the whole night afterwards, keeping the slave in �bootspace�
The Look:
The look of the Man or Woman in boots, usually a certain kind (again linked with authority figures mostly). The way the boot leather encases the feet and the calves (in high boots) Making the legs look powerful, drawing attention to them and moreso the boots that encase them.
The dull sheen of well cared for leather, or the almost patent shine of spit polished military boots shows some �boot respect� It is something some boot fetishists look at when assessing possible play partners. Sometimes the boots on their own are enough, the look of a pair of Dehner High Top cop boots on their own is enough for a close friend of mine to lose his load over.
The contrast of white flesh against dark leather boots when one is naked except for their boots is a pleasing picture.
The Feel:
The feel of the leather under your hands as you pull them on, the feel of the boots ON the boot wearer, the power that comes with the weight attached to your legs as you lift your legs to walk are all parts of the Dominant side of boot Fetishism knowing that someone out there is taking notice of those boots and know that the person that wears those kinds of boot is usually powerful, and so are you. The feel of a subbies tongue pressing into the leather, caressing your feet through the boots showing their acknowledgement of that power dynamic.
The differing in the grains of leather from upper to lower portions of the boot, when you are licking boots you can feel the slightest change in thickness and grain under your tongue. The feel of leather sole pressed into the back of our neck, back or shoulders as you worship the other boot holding you in place, allowing you to let yourself free to express your love for the boot and everything it is...
The Sound:
Of heavy boots on wooden or concrete floors, ringing out on cobblestones and the sound of Military Men marching is like a love song to the Military boot fetishist. I am also loathe to admit that I only really watch military parades for this sound.
The sound of a spit slicked tongue sliding up the boot leather. Believe it or not, You can hear this in a quiet enough room.
The �cling� of the lid of the polish being opened. In my bootblack days this signalled the start of my descent into �boyspace�
The sigh of a bootwearer as you caress their boots with your tongue. When you are licking boots there are quite a few things you hear, though not necessarily the rest of the room or bar behind you, everything the person whose boots you are worshipping does not go unmissed.
Finally, the groan of a happy bootslave rutting in bootslave heaven as they lick your boots.
My boots were the first item of my leathers that I earned. My training Master had insisted that I earn this first because ��a good boy can always care for his own and his Masters boots. Dirty Boots are the sign of neglect, always try to keep your Boots clean (or have somebody keep them clean for you).� So I earned my boots that night by learning the skills of the "bootblack" and cleaning, shining and licking over 40 pairs of LeatherMen and LeatherWomen�s boots in a bar in the USA. Afterwards I was tired, my mouth dry and cracked, but I was also completely elated that I had �earned� the right to wear my boots. I had earned them by serving my Master doing something that I loved!
There is nothing like the feeling of man or woman worshipping your boots; putting all their love, care and total attention into the job they are doing for YOU. Watching their saliva make the boot shiny and clean. Feeling their tongue through the boot. Worshipping the boot and You, the wearer of the boots.
A very beautiful (and sexy) acknowledgment of power, that can give all parties it�s own unique �rush�. Since earning my boots my love of boots has grown and I have taught others how to spit polish, clean and lick boots. I have even had a few bootblacks earn their boots with me!
