Doc Martens, Nick's Harness Boots

In May of this past year, I bought my first pair of Wescos in San Francisco – Wesco Bosses 12in high, size 11D.  They are the most comfortable boots I have ever worn!

These boots mean a lot to me.  I had asked Sir, a year or so ago, if I could specifically purchase a new pair of boots for play, which was granted.  There was something about that trip to San Francisco – which is a city that is very close to my heart, that seemed right for investing in a pair of the right boots.  And the right boots I found.

As a kid, I loved my parade boots as an air and army cadet.  I loved making those boots shine, and the smell of Kiwi.

As an adult I’ve worn boots consistently since my first trip to Galway, Ireland; where I purchased two pairs of Doc Martens – black and brown. I’ve worn Doc shoes since the early 1990s in high school and it was about time I graduated to a pair of boots.  They are very comfortable, although they’re just not made the same way and the quality has decreased over time.  Regardless, I will always own pairs of Doc Martens – shoes and boots.

Given his work, Sir also wears construction boots which also turn my crank.  And if I see a stocky, Bearish, blue collar looking man wearing construction boots, you can guarantee that I’ll be drooling.  I bought my first pair a few years ago, and while I don’t wear them often, I do smile at the amount of play and hard work those boots have seen.

I bought my first pair of harness boots from Nick’s a few years ago – size 12, featured in the picture above.  I’ve tried to keep these boots polished over time and admittedly they are long overdue for some TLC.

I like boot play.  The first pair of boots I ever set my tongue on was a lovely pair of well worn and loved engineers that Sir owns.  I love licking a pair of boots, being down on my knees or lying, holding on to the boot, licking up the dirt, grime, cum, piss and maybe even polish off a pair.

There’s also the scent of a pair of boots having been worn, and taking them off after a full day of hard work and play. *GRIN*  Socks and feet have been known to cause me to drop into subspace – but that’s a whole different blog entry.

There’s also nothing like being kicked, stomped on and stood on by a pair of hot boots and the command of the person wearing those boots.

Face it, they’re a versatile tool in your Leather toy bag.

On the flip side, I’ve enjoyed topping in my boots too – a boot pig boy is always a good thing in my books.

Face it, boots turn my crank.

I’d to acknowledge those who have inspired me in boots in Toronto, Denver, Detroit and San Francisco – Master C, Daddy David, Master Jack, Black, slave Eric, boy matt (North American Bootblack!!) and boy marc, cub, Alex, the current Bootblack Toronto 2011 slave-boy Jake, and  the many people I’ve not mentioned here – you are appreciated!