Boot worship may be kinky, but it need not be cringe. Because it is:
-Not only worshiping the ground She walks on, but literally worshiping the boots that contact the ground.
-Seeing Her strong, powerful and grounded, and basking in that power.
-A sign of the ultimate submission. I am but a low servant, and She is high above me.
-An admission of inferiority to someone superior and wonderful.
-Worshiping Her strength and beauty towering over me.
-The harsh taste of leather on my lips, with the delicious yearning to taste Her.
-The harsh feel of leather on my buttocks, inflicting punishment for the audacity of yearning to taste Her.
-A noble service. Clean them, keep them shiny for Her.
-Deliciously degrading and erotic.
-An expression of love and adoration by one who lovingly gives submission to his queen.
It is all these things and more.
When I am at her feet, the connection we feel is indescribably powerful. And I have been seeking that feeling ever since.
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