Boot worship is a term for the practice of extreme adulation of boots in BDSM, usually carried out while the footwear is being worn by the dominant partner
Boot worship is a term for the practice of extreme adulation of boots in BDSM, usually carried out while the footwear is being worn by the dominant partner.
It is related to foot worship in a derivative way, in that the adulation may really be attributable to the proximity of the boots to their master/mistress. The foot is usually considered one of the "lowest" and least appreciated parts of the body, and it is a kind of humiliation to be kissing and licking someone's foot.
In Boot worship, the humiliation goes one step further. The submissive willingly worships the dominant partner's shoes, and often without even being asked to. This reverence for the footwear that encloses the dominant partner's foot is sometimes an expression of extreme devotion or loyalty, sometimes a concrete admission of inferiority or defeat, and sometimes both.
Thus boot worship may include sniffing or inhaling from worn boots, as well as licking, kissing or cleaning their exteriors by licking. Sometimes polishing of the boot can also be done. Chewing and eating of leather shoes can also be done.
It may also consist, more passively, of the submissive lying prone and being "trampled" by the dominant partner. Heeled boots may lend themselves to sucking, in an approximation of fellatio. The dominant partner can also sometimes beat the sub or slave with the footwear while wearing it. They can also have the submissive lying down in front of them and then place their boots over the submissive's mouth, face, or body instead of the floor. -Wikipedia
“She is quite tasty now isn’t she, Jack?” Evan said in that silky
voice as he approached them. His shadow fell over Molly, yet she
kept her eyes lowered like a good pet.
“Look up,” he ordered. Immediately, Molly raised her head and
locked eyes with Evan. “Since you seem to enjoy putting on a show,
I’m going to allow this man to fuck you. Right in your tight, little
ass—unless you lick my boots for forgiveness.”
Molly ground her teeth together. He was giving her a way out. But
that smirk on his face made her want to smack him. There was no way
in hell she would lick his boots, and he knew that. She had refused the
several times he had ordered in the past, causing him to flog her
soundly. But she didn’t care. It was the one thing she would not do.
“I’ll take it any way you dish it,” she responded saucily. Evan
threw his head back and laughed out loud.
“Ah, it’s good to see you still have spunk,” he said with a smile.
Then he turned to Jack. “Okay, my good man, after I lube her up,
she’s all yours.”
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