Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
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“Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather” *
This is the avatar I use on online forums. Wish I knew more about “Joe” and his art.
Alexandra has been away a month to the day.
I’m looking forward to holding her next to me on the couch, buying her a fancy meal, kissing and cuddling.
But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit how often I think of her boots1. She turned me into the most helpless sort of boot fetishist.
How happy she looks. By Robert Bishop.
I don’t have cable TV. Nor an aerial to enable reception of local stations. Get rid of television, Wal-Mart and the fast food franchises and America would be an at least marginally better place.
TV was banished from my house for wasting too much of my time. One of the things I’d murder time with was one of those silly dating shows. The programs’ name I’ve forgotten. I watched because women came out in fetching knee-high boots.
I didn’t think about licking them. There was just something about a nice outfit finished off with boots. I’ve enjoyed looking at women in boots from back in the days of go go boots and miniskirts
By Laurent Lebeau who doesn’t have a website as far as I know.
One of the first things I realized about Alexandra is how strongly she’s eroticized her feet and what she slips them into. Adapting to her nature I found myself helplessly enamored of her boots.
With her away these weeks often before I fall asleep my mind drifts to images of being allowed to kiss them, polish them with my tongue, rub my cheeks along their surface.
I should’ve kept notes about the earlier European fetish art I’ve accumulated.
As she noted (in a comment here) she’s punished me by refusing to allow me contact with them.
When she returns it’ll be happy joy to be able to sit next to her, my arm around her waist or shoulders. But part of me waits for the moment I feel she’ll willingly allow me to adore her at floor level.
How well I know that total absorption. The style looks familiar but not from D/s artwork. Some comic book artist?
I love her naked feet as well, they evoke more traditionally romantic emotions in me.
1 I use boots as a synecdoche for all her footwear. I do like boots best but am happy to homage her in shoes and sandals.
Also: The Beauty of Shoe Worship
Comments
I just love that top pic. Not that the boots are drawn particularly brilliantly, but the facial expression is perfect; it’s the sort of expression that words can never achieve.
To the other readers, I’d like to point out that I find richard’s delight in (My) shoes simultaneously wonderful and slightly unbelievable. Unbelievable in the lucky sense. It seems to me most shoe fetishists are born (not literally, but the fetish forms very early in life), not created, yet richard had never been interested in shoe worship before he met Me.
One thing I love about the shoe fetish is how powerful it is. A man with a shoe fetish is so easy to turn to putty - you can do it practically by standing there. In the beginning I was slightly dubious about richard’s fetish. Not that I expected he was lying, but more, forcing himself to adapt. I wondered how deep the fetish ran in him because obviously the deeper it runs, the more powerful a ‘lever of domination’ it becomes.
It didn’t take long before I was convinced of his sincerity. Whether the fetish was lying dormant within him, or I created it in him through my desires, is something I’ve yet to discover. I suspect a bit of both.
The formation of fetishes is another fascinating subject I’d like to talk and discuss in more detail some other time.
Posted by: Alexandra | April 19, 2005 12:28 PM
Yeah, you have to be right about it being both. But I treasure it all the more because you brought it out in me and to me it exists only in terms of you.
Posted by: Richard | April 19, 2005 1:51 PM