The Surprise of Body and Rough Boot Play

I have to admit, I’m not much of a masochist and probably less of a sadist.  Take for instance, gut punching.  I’ve had it done to me – and I have, in the past, gone down a rather negative headspace; and I’ve done it to other people – and gotten caught up in the headspace of, “OMG I’m going to hurt this person and I don’t know my own strength.”

Even when playing Rugby, despite my nickname of, “Tampax” during my year in the UK, apparently because I could stop any bleeding cunt.  I hated tackling because I thought it would hurt – LOL  For that you can call me a wimp.

Okay, so that is what I thought.

Imagine my surprise when receiving the first blow to the side from a boot from a 6ft3, redhaired redneck from Oklahoma.  Holy fuck, it felt surprising, it felt scary, it felt good and I want more!  And more I got after being an ottoman, being kicked in the side, the love handles stood on, my back pounded, a boot kicking my nuts, and 270lbs standing on me with a pair of Yak Tracks on.

Watching this man kicking someone else’s ass with those shit kickers, stomping, running the tread down someone’s chest and back… it was heavy and it was sensual.  I was lapping up the vibe, drooling from the scene, and was hard.  If I were a leaker, my 501s would have been drenched.

I knew what I was getting into – I knew I could trust the man as others I am close to have trusted themselves with him – word of mouth and the opinions of those I trust in my community is important to me; and after being a demo bottom for him the previous day in a flogging workshop, I had a good sense of his energy – which is AMAZING!

I didn’t know what I was getting into – admittedly, and in some respects it was a good thing because had I known I would probably be putting up all kinds of blocks and admittedly, I would not have spent five hours after flying with such an endorphin rush.

So maybe I’m not a wimp after all, but this sure as hell was edge play for me and I loved every minute of it.  Watching this man work other people over too, was amazing.  This brought body play and even boot play to a whole different level for me.

This is not something I would engage just anyone with.  For me there has to be that connection that I talked about in a previous entry.

I learned something new about myself through this experience, and I appreciate that opportunity.

Boots


Doc Martens, Nick's Harness Boots

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!

On the road again

For work I travel a lot. This year has probably been the most travel I’ve done with 28 flight segments between May and November. Yes that means I qualify for some nice perks from my airline of choice. Sweet! I appreciate good service. What Leatherman into DS doesn’t? 🙂

But I digress. I travel a lot to the United States and being from Canada, we have it pretty good – although with the rise of the political right in Canada we need to keep an eye on what’s going on here at home.

While on the road, I like to ensure I do my part to support my brothers and sisters in the US including supporting bars, bath houses, sex clubs or even promoting a safe sex practices when I have a married guy over to my hotel room.

I was in Houston two weeks ago and made sure I stopped off at Club Houston. This trip I’ll get in a good workout at Club Houston or somewhere else and maybe even get some fun action. Besides, the guys are REALLY friendly in Texas – I love that state.

The men in Toronto, and even myself, could learn a lot from these guys.

CBT – Cock and Ball Torture

“Don’t touch my nuts”

I was at Muther’s Guest House, the site of many after parties and kinky horny nights above the Toolbox, probably 9 or 10 years ago, and was with the man I now call Sir.  He was rubbing bunny fur across my nuts and it was, at the time, the most intense sensation I had ever felt.

In fact it was too much for me, he stopped the play and that was it for the night.  Funny, because as a kid, I used to rub soft materials across my nuts all the time.

Thankfully that did not deter Sir from contacting me some 4 or 5 years later asking me if I wanted to play – hell yeah and I was wondering if You’d like to tie me up, Sir? *GRIN*

CBT, or Cock and Ball Torture, is something that I have learned to enjoy both from a top and bottom perspective.  As a top, for me it’s about getting to a man’s primal fear of having their cock and nuts hurt.  As a bottom it’s about giving my nuts to someone else for their pleasure and learning to take more pain.

It took a while for me to learn how to accept Sir’s pain and revel in the bliss of that pain.  My training included:

  • Seeing Sir’s nuts tied up
  • Tying His nuts up
  • Feeling His hands on my nuts
  • Feeling His nuts
  • Seeing the pleasure He gets from CBT on both Himself and on others
  • Over time linking CBT to jacking off making it that much pleasureable
  • Using ball stretchers – Leather, neoprene, silicone

And that’s the start.  Needless to say, that set me down the path to really enjoying CBT from both sides.  And believe me, I’ve done some things that I never thought were possible on me.  *GRIN*

I did it because at the time it was a challenge, and it genuinely was something I wanted to explore and see what all the fuss was about.  And needless to say, I found pleasure in pain.

Check out this article in Xtra from November 2007 about CBT.  Thanks Nancy for interviewing Dan and me.  Also check out this article in Xtra from November 2008 on Pervertables.

Want to know more?  Let’s talk.