A quickie from a few years ago that I'm finally deciding to post. Now it's probably no surprise to anyone any more that I have a bit of a thing for boots as well as paws; turns out this extends into the realm of human footwear as well.

So here's some fun trivia about the awkward way in which my brain is put together. To me, paws and boots and submission and love are all tangled up into one big psychological mess. The way it all flows together is that when you really, really love and respect and admire someone, there becomes this compulsion to show that love through submission and loyalty. To abase and even humiliate oneself just a little as a way to show that person how highly you regard them and that you would do anything for them. And in the unsurprisingly awkward way my heart and mind processes this, one of the most absolute ways to show this regard is to care for or worship their paws or boots. It isn't all about debasement of course, since paws are incredibly beautiful and special things to me. Rather, when you love someone that much it's a great honour to be permitted to care for the paws or boots of one's master/mistress/mate in this way.

So in that vein, pictured here are the the rather attractive boot of some loving mistress and the happy, worshipful muzzle of her devoted pet.