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Archive for the ‘Boots’ Category

A Boot Scene —

He stood beside me for a moment before his turn. He asked for a light for his cigar, which I gratefully gave. Sitting down in my chair, the din of the event fell away. I picked up his boot and placed it on my thigh. I unlaced his leather and began working. I was still […]

My Service —

“I can wait; she’s worth waiting.” “Now you know what it’s like to be a presenter; everyone wants a piece of you.”After the Dirty Pig Leather Contest, I packed up my kit and headed down to the Cigars and Services event in the Pavilion. It had already been underway for a bit, but I was […]

Dirty Pig Moments —

It was raining only a little, ever so lightly, as D3 and I setup our space. As we sat, waiting for anyone to sit in our chairs, Chey came over and sat in my seat. She wore shoes and didn’t want them blacked. But she did need them cleaned, having walked through the dirt and […]

You May —

“I like her. Can we take her home?” Even though I was tired, having only gotten about three hours of sleep, there was no way I was going to miss the first class session Sunday morning. I got up, quickly showered, put on my gray cotton stretch dress with mesh cut outs, laced up my […]

Cage Match —

D3 stripped naked, save for his boots. I wore only a black strapless dress, a cute pair of underwear, and my boots. I told D3 how I like it when people take off my clothes. “Mean or nice?”“Whichever.” He stepped in close. We kissed, our arms wrapped around each other. He began punching me. I […]

D3 —

I asked D3 if he wouldn’t mind blacking my boots, seeing as my shift was up in fifteen minutes. He agreed, sitting on the ground as I remained in my chair, setting up his kit as I stashed mine away. He then asked, “Do you need to go anywhere?” “No,” I replied. My commitments for […]

My Bootblacking Shift —

Because of Friday night’s storm, there was some confusion and a handful of things not going as planned at camp. The Pamporium was up and running though, albeit without hot wax, so I made my way over after lunch, a host of much needed calories after my abduction, in hopes of working my bootblacking shifts. […]

Bondage Bullfight —

“You are using the rope to deliver your message; your receiver is your bottom, not your knot.”At the front of the class stood a whiteboard. The bottoms faced the back, unable to see what Dart, the presenter, wrote. The tops read the word and began. My class partner started softly, slowly. Immediately there was intense […]

At That Moment… —

…my head was on his right boot. His left boot was on my back. I was naked, except for the ass hook in my ass. I was…pleased. At that moment, I heard him typing on his Mac, his goal near accomplishment.  And once he hit publish, he removed his left boot and turned the screen […]

Interrogation part 4 —

Let’s review. It was a dripping-sweat-hot Thursday night. I had invited Gray to have an interrogation scene. For my trouble, I found myself tied tight in 4mm hojo rope, partially suspended with only my left leg for support. I wore heels and stood on two overlapping matts, both contributing to my general lack of stability. […]