Boot Worship January 7, 2011Posted by Dev in Musings.
Tags: clothing, fetish, kinky
As you can imagine, to get up to speed on chastity, I do a lot of blog and forum reading. Chastity is my primary interest but it doesn’t take much searching to get into tangential topics. One thing that pops up a lot on my radar screen is boot worship or folks that have a boot fetish. It seems that there are a ton of people out there who are into boots.
I asked Ab about this. “Do boots turn you on? If so, I have an old pair in the back of my closet that I can probably dig out for a little fun.”
“Not really,” he said, “but thanks for the offer. They have too much of a military overtone for me and that’s not hot.”
Fair enough. It’s a bit of a shame, though, because I’ve realized that Maine in winter is heaven on earth for boot fetishists. I mean, I’ve never really paid attention before but everywhere you look, there are boots. Black boots, brown boots, quilted boots, boots with pointy toes. Stiletto heeled boots, boots with zippers, boots with laces. Laces in the front, laces in the back, laces on the side. If laces don’t turn you on, how about buckles? One buckle at the top, a series of buckles down the side. Ankle high boots. Knee high boots. Thigh high boots. I’ve seen all of these in the past 7 days.
I was at the dentist on Wednesday morning and a young woman came in wearing a killer pair of thigh high, black leather boots. Even I, who, like Ab is not really into boots, could see that these were really hot. Or at least hot to me. I think part of the appeal was that they didn’t have heels so I could actually imagine wearing these. They had a flare at the top so she could roll them down to wear as knee-high boots, which also appealed. And just a little bit of lacing at the back. Yes, they were sexy. The picture up above isn’t exact, but it’s pretty close—I think you get the idea.
The thing was—the girl wearing them was totally nonchalant. She looked youngish—maybe 18 or so—so she might not even realize there is whole world of kinky people out there who would love to throw themselves at her feet and start licking her sexy boots. She was probably just thinking, “It’s Maine, it’s winter, there’s snow on the ground. Of course I am going to wear boots.”
Never mind that the snow, at present, is about one-quarter inch deep.
I glanced around the waiting room, wondering if there were any boot fetishists coming in their pants at the sight of this chick’s footwear. There was a very frail old guy in a wheelchair—clearly his boot worshipping days (if he had them) are long over. The woman with him—his daughter, perhaps?—looked like one of those vanilla wives with no sex drive that I keep hearing about. No boot turn-on for her. But there was another guy, reading the paper…I noticed he kept sneaking surreptitious glances over the top of his glasses. Hmm…perhaps? Maybe?
Kinky thinking at 9 am in the waiting room of the dentist’s office! Gotta love it!
Come on, boot lovers…tell me your fantasies. I’m all ears.