Booted

My posts are personal reflections. They are not sexual, though they may be sensual to like-minded men. They are written for gay / bisexual or men who are curious about, exploring or are already enjoying their own fetishes, interests, and desires. They are not about BDSM or S&M, nor are they intended to judge or define anyone else’s preferences. My postings reflect my own interests and what I find sensual—especially the boots I collect, enjoy wearing, and appreciate seeing on other men.

Know your place … choose your place, it’s your decision to make.

Custom Dehner boots! Image inspiration English equestrian art.

Garden chronicles- Weston Gendarmerie boots! There is something erotic, something mysterious about being the second owner and wondering what experiences the original officer may have had in these boots.

Garden chronicles - Dehner boots

As he shined those boots, he periodically leaned over and inhaled the deep, masculine scent radiating from the shining boots I was wearing. The intense aroma of the premium leather and warm wax seemed to overwhelm his senses, driving his fervor to a completely uncontrolled level. The sensory overload made him move from simply shining his boots to frantically licking them, then to passionately kissing and hugging them tightly against his body. The visual symmetry of the moment was flawless—my feet encased in his pristine leather, while he held my custom Dehners captive in a desperate embrace until I had him pull those boots off so that I could go shower but when I came back into the dim locker room,he was still there in his place of complete surrender, was kneeling on the hard floor in his uniform, wearing his own tall boots. His head was bowed deeply, and his arms were slid far inside the warm, stiff shafts of my custom Dehner boots. “I kept your boots warm, Sir," he murmured, his voice steady but entirely submissive. And that is how it began ……

I knew he was going to be my new bootboy, but I wanted him to make that decision for himself. True discipline cannot be entirely forced; it must be chosen with absolute, unwavering fervour so slowly began to shift my weight, starting to move my boot off his shoulder as if the session were concluded. The reaction was instantaneous. Panic flared in the recruit’s eyes, and his rigid military posture broke into a desperate, frantic scramble to maintain the connection. He leaned his head forward, pressing a deep, reverent kiss directly into the high-gloss leather. “Please, Sir,” he pleaded, “Let me show you how much I love those boots” and so I stood perfectly still, looking down at the shirtless recruit held captive by his own devotion. The heavy, masculine scent of the Dehners, warmed by my leg and the friction of his frantic polishing, completely filled the narrow space between us. He had crossed the line from a simple trainee to a personal servant, willingly binding himself to the absolute authority of my footwear. I gave a slow, cold nod of approval, letting him know his new life under my boots had officially begun.

The brief, deliberate pressure of the hard leather toe against his skin made him freeze instantly. His inhalations became shallow and rapid, his body locking into absolute rigidity under the weight of my boot resting on his shoulder. He didn't pull away; instead, his shoulder pressed upward slightly, leaning into the contact, completely surrendering to his long hidden and as yet unfulfilled craving to experience the taste of boot leather.

The recruit didn't look up. He kept his eyes strictly focused on the high-gloss shine of the Dehner boots, his breathing shallow as he pressed the cloth harder against the leather, completely surrendering the dominant discipline I knew he craved.

Cell mates? Interested?

I’ll thank you for your service …. later but for now … serve?

Ready and waiting for … ?

What’s in your garden? Yes, you should be willing to worship those Dehner hunting boots! Keeping them shining is a mandatory requirement and should be done by you as a matter of desire.

Boot lust? Dedicated exploration? A deep desire to experience what sensualism can be … ? Remove one and inhale that warm scent of boot leather then lick around the inside of the shaft before you slowly suck on the top of that boot shaft. Take it in your hands and work your way around the entire top of that shaft. Put it down, put it back on my foot. Move to the other boot and do the same thing, inhale the scent - lick inside the shaft - suck on the top of it. Uninhibited, unrestrained boot lust.

Paris, Weston boots that belonged to a Gendarmerie. I love that the officers name is inside a boot shaft.

Sunshine, Langlitz, Paul Bond boots.

Worship passionately and with gratitude. Smell feel taste handle. Explore and surrender to your own desires.