i fantasized about it often… the look, the smell, and the feeling of Your boot on my chest. How the tread of Your boot would feel digging into my sternum as You pressed Your boot into me while i was on my back completely exposed to You. As the smell of leather and the polish You used on them penetrated my nostrils and worked its way deeper in to my mind, You give me a command and i get in to a position knelling down with my head a few inches from resting on the floor. i find You sliding Your boot under my face. Simple instructions are spoken “worship”. i’m nervous, never have i done this before, but i keep it to myself and try to do what comes from instinct. i gently kiss and caress my checks over the toe of the boot while goose bumps start to run down my body. i wont lie i want feel them against my body in a more violent way but just to have this privilege is amazing on its own. I start to wonder what the tread on the bottom of Your boots would feel like against my face and i catch myself and begin to focus again on the task at hand. i start to lick them. i couldn’t help but make sure not to leave every part my mouth could reach untouched.

i feel You grab a fistful of my hair You pull me to meet Your gaze but i am not able to look You in the eyes. i start to breath heavier. i always relate hair pulling to sex and can’t help but be even more turned on. You pull a hanky out from Your back pocket. i feel unsure about having my vision taken away from me but i want to be destroyed by You. my body is my gift to You. Your canvas to paint me how You choose. i feel Your hanky being tied around my head covering my eyes. Its tight and i can’t see anything. i’m told “on all fours” and am almost in position before the sentence is finished. So eager for my fate. i feel a light kick come underneath me one that is just for judging distance. Then Your boot making heavier contact on the second blow to my stomach. You repeat a few more times till You manage to knock the air out of me. You give me a moment to catch my breath but not for long. i find myself topple over from all fours because of the pain of Your kicks. i dig my nails into my arms to give myself another pain to focus on for a second. “Back in to position” You tell me firmly. This game goes on for a while. i feel pain when i breath like one of my ribs is cracked. i’m just a puddle of flesh at this point. You allow me to curl up and rest at Your boots for a bit before i hear You start to unzip Your pants and I find it with in myself to perk back up….