This one cleaned and polished its Handler's boots for the first time last night... They're not perfect, but She is proud of it. She wants it to continue practicing, for Her. And it will. Anything for Her.

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This one cleaned and polished its Handler's boots for the first time last night... They're not perfect, but She is proud of it. She wants it to continue practicing, for Her. And it will. Anything for Her.
Leather as ancestry and heritage in kink
Leather as ancestry and heritage in queerness
Leather as spirituality, pain and pleasure and transcendence
Leather as community
Leather as animalness
Leather as holiness
Leather as communion with our Ancestors
Leather as written in blood and death
Leather as written in love and joy
Leather as written in dirt and lube
Leather as "Don't forget where you come from"
Leather as "Remember where you're going"
Leather as poetry in pain and power
Leather as reclamation
Leather as liberation
it's SWA, back again
you said boot worship for mountain and it instantly made me think of this one thing where someone presses their foot (shoes on or off) against someone's hardened cock through their pants, so... now you get to have my thoughts. even if it's not a perfect match, take it anyway? lol
It’s mountain march so I’m pulling this out of the vault for a quick 300 drabble
Uhh warnings for pain and degro but it’s not too much it’s just mountain stepping on Swiss as it says on the tin
“Pest” mountain sneered.
He used his foot to push Swiss back onto his elbows from his position of kneeling below him. Barely a tap, just enough to move him. Like he was too good to even be touching the multi ghoul on the dressing room floor.
Swiss looked up at him with pleading eyes, moving his legs from underneath him in the uncomfortable position. Knees open and chest leaned back, as if he were displaying himself to mountain who seemed like he couldn’t care less.
Mountain hadn’t even taken his helmet off yet, still clad in the uniform while Swiss had his discarded to the side as soon as he stepped into the room. A desperate plea on his lips to help him after working himself up on stage.
“Ask dew” mountain rolled is eyes. Swiss had been teasing him all night on his platform, whispering filthy words before they went on stage that had him half hard and uncomfortable in his seat.
“Don’t want dew”
The kneeling was almost instinct as mountain stared at him, practically waiting for submission before he gave Swiss anything.
Mountains boot came to rest between Swiss’ legs. The toe up and hovering just above him as mountain stood with his arms crossed, a commanding position that had Swiss staying in place without a word.
“Shouldn’t even give you anything with your antics. Leave you desperate since that seems to be your favorite game to play” his boot pressed down a bit further, barely touching the fabric of Swiss’s pants.
“Please, im sorry just-“
“If you were so sorry you wouldn’t keep doing it”
A loud gasp sounded through the room as mountain fully pressed on Swiss’ hard cock. He could feel it twitch beneath the sole of his boot as Swiss squirmed, half from the uncomfortable feeling, half at a feeble attempt for more friction.
“More- fuck mountain you gotta give me something” Swiss bucked up harshly, grinding against the leather. Wordlessly he pushed harder, earning a pained gasp from Swiss
“No no no no mountain it hurts fuck please”
“You asked for more. This is what you’re getting”
Swiss whimpered at the pressure, hard and dizzy, the pain having his protests die in his throat
It never thought that it would have a boot fetish. But it was wrong.
This one wants to be permitted to rut itself silly on its Handler's boot, absolutely mindless, animalistic rubbing and grinding. No thoughts in its mind except the pleasure of the boot against its crotch. It wants to make a mess on it, and for Her to force it to clean it up. With its tongue. Like the good fucking dog that it is.
Slowly but surely making my way through *Leatherfolk*. It feels like sitting with Ancestors of the soul, and it's a blessing to sit at their feet and listen to what they have to say.
One phrase, used by multiple authors in the book, really resonated with me.
Queers among queers.
On so many levels, that's what I, and so many of us are. Trans, disabled, mad, intersectional, LEATHER.
Leather as ancestry and heritage in kink
Leather as ancestry and heritage in queerness
Leather as spirituality, pain and pleasure and transcendence
Leather as community
Leather as animalness
Leather as holiness
Leather as communion with our Elders
Leather as written in blood and death
Leather as written in love and joy
Leather as written in dirt and lube
Leather as "Don't forget where you come from"
Leather as "Remember where you're going"
Leather as poetry in pain and power
Leather as reclamation
Leather as liberation