Wescomania.
There’s nothing particularly special or unusual about a fag with a boot fetish. It’s not every gay man’s dream come true, but there are plenty of boot whores out there. I don’t own 72 pairs of boots. I have my basic combat, engineer, construction worker boots, and in the past have worn Docs, harness boots, etc. I love boots and the men who wear them, but I’m not out-of-control insane about it. Well, at least not up until recently.
In February I had my slave measure me for custom-fitted Wescos. I didn’t choose custom-fitted because I have cash to burn, but instead because my feet are too big for off-the-shelf Wescos. I normally wear size 15 mediums, so finding a pair of boots that fit can be a challenge, let alone a pair I actually like. The Wesco style I ordered was “The Boss.” Custom orders take about 15 weeks. When you submit a custom order, Wesco makes the boots just for you, according to your specifications, with every option you want and can afford. I mailed my order on Velentine’s Day, and the boots shipped the first week of June.
This is how I optioned out my new pair of Wescos: 16″ height, black leather, Boss toe, with black leather lining, #100F Vibram sole (oil resistant, flame resisting, non-marking black, one lift=1/4″ lower than standard heel), two top straps, buckled instep straps, yellow Kevlar thread sole stitching, 7/8″ nickel plated Wesco branded buckles, steel toe, with motorcycle gear shift patch.
I never thought of boots as life-altering, but these seem to be something close to that order of magnitude. The first thing that struck me upon seeing the UPS shipment tracking information was the fact that the boots and box combined weighed in at 11 pounds. Figuring the box at one or, at most, two pounds, that means nine or 10 pounds of boot. That sounds substantial. I knew on a Saturday that the boots had arrived at the UPS station on Jefferson Street in Chicago, so I expected UPS to deliver on Monday. Sunday night was like Christmas Eve for me.
When I opened the box I was greeted with the sweet smell of leather. Given the size and height of the boots, there was plenty of leather there to give me head rushes. Quite honestly, I thought they were the hottest boots I’d ever seen. I loved that they came with an owner’s booklet, complete with care and feeding instructions recommended to ensure a long life. But nothing had prepared me for the reality of owning them. I’m feeling slightly obsessive about these boots. Since they arrived I’ve alternated keeping them in the closet and in the livingroom when I’m not wearing them. I am breaking them in a slowly, wearing them a few hours each night at home, and so far have only worn them on the street two times.
Each night when I arrive home from work, as soon as I shed my corporate business casual togs, I get right into those fuckin’ boots. It doesn’t matter what my plans are for that evening—I have to put them on. Even if I’m just online or watching a movie, I love having them on. I really get off on wearing them, looking at them, touching them, and smelling them. My slave is also a fan, and has taken notice of his master’s hot new boots. He did a mini photo session with me last weekend. The pic that accompanies this post, just above this graph, is just one of the shots he took. I think he really caught something here.
I look forward to many years of wear, and especially look forward to getting lots of boot service from bitch boys who worship men in boots. One can never be certain, but there’s always the possibility that someone will put me down on my own boots sometime.
I’d love to lick them sometime, SIR.
hello sam,
you may get that opportunity, boy.
LSB
those boots look fucking hot on u, i love a man in boots.
are boots only for masters, or can slaves wear them too?
about the last post with master david, i never taught i would say this to u, but u would make a damn good slave,i know u were a slave once, but if u were to do it again, u would make any master happy.
don’t forget to continue the story about the little slave bitch boy j.
boy damien,
slaves can definitely wear boots, sometimes. I usually prefer my slave barefoot and naked, wearing nothing but a collar. but, of course, he has to wear something on his feet on the street. boots are my preference.
re your comment about me making a good slave. I know what is expected of a slave, I know the protocols, and I know what pleases me as a master. in that sense, you are correct, I would be exemplary as a slave. I think it all comes down to hierarchy. I’ve met very few men in my life who I felt worthy of my submission. but there is the rare exception.
yes, I have more to say about that bitch slave boy j.