I received a long comment from Boot Gimp which I felt worthy of a blog posting in its own right. I wanted to make some observations on the conduct of Boot Gimp’s wonderful Mistress. How awesome she appears to be! Firstly, I just adore the technique of using deceitful empathy and exploitative encouragement to get a slave to talk freely and passionately about the shameful, pathetic perversities that affect them so deeply. And then when the shameful beans have been well and truly spilt, the Mistress switches mode and callously and scornfully mocks the slave for having such contemptible perversities of thought and personality. Secondly, that she invokes a new devastating rule making the slave miserable for no other reason than – just because she can, and informs the slave that the new rule will remain in place for the rest of the slave’s existence – with no chance of a change of heart. Thirdly having the slave sincerely give thanks for something the slave hates and, finally, giving an instruction suffixed by the dreaded words, ‘until further notice’. Such an instruction filling a slave with dread because they have no idea for how long the torment will continue. Delightful, cruel dominance!
Here is the comment:
My Mistress has done something that has left me truely heartbroken and in awe of Her development into the Dominant role. A week ago she came back from shopping looking amazing in her tight jeans and very well worn black leather ballet flats ( such a favourite of mine). She ordered me to get myself naked, and to be collared and hand cuffed with a short chain connecting the cuffs to collar; putting me in a begging position. I was so excited as I had a feeling I was going to have prolonged shoe worship after her long day of shopping.
Mistress began asking me if I liked her shoes etc, teasing me, patronising me. Making me say in detail how much I love footwear, why I love them etc. She has a wonderful way of making me feel comfortable to admit to my shoe fetish desires fully before switching it around to letting me know how pathetic it is to be turned on by shoe sweat.
She then began to tell me of a thought She had had while out and about. I was told how lucky I am that I love shoe worship as footwear licking is one of her favourite things. She enjoys the visual aspect of looking down. She enjoys the symbolism. She even enjoys feeling a tongue pushing against her toes through leather. And of course there is the practical aspect of cleaning shoes with my tongue. She then went on to explain though that my fetish for the SMELL of sweaty worn shoes has no benefit to her at all. She explained that she was unhappy that a byproduct of my shoe licking was me enjoying the aroma of her foot sweat. This is especially true when sometimes prolonged shoe licking is used as punishment – she said it wasn’t right that I have the reward of smelling the shoe.
I was a little bit confused by what she said. Then she told me she had a present for me and I was to put my hands out. She placed a little package in my hand containing a swimmers nose clip. She laughed very hard and loud as she saw the penny drop with me. I felt sick instantly. She quickly explained that I would be wearing my present for all future foot and footwear worship to ensure I fully concentrate on the cleaning and worship and not my own pathetic little sweaty shoe AROMA fetish.
I attempted to plead and argue. She cut me off by placing her hand out and demanding with authority, ‘£3.50 for the present gimp’. So for extra humiliation I had to scurry off to get money to pay for the worst present I’ve ever had. She then took the clip out of the packet and placed it on my nose. She then made me thank her and tell her how wonderful her idea was. This was extra humiliating given the nasal voice created by the clip.
She explained that when I deserve a reward I will occasionally be allowed to sniff her footwear, but I will be gagged. She then casually and heartlessly said that she doesn’t envisage any eventuallity where I’ll ever lick and smell her shoes at the same time ever again. I was and am still devastated.
She then gave me her sweaty shoes and told me to lick the sweat out until further notice.
And just for good measure, the nose clip stayed on for the rest of the day.