Last Saturday Master and I attended our first scene style event in quite a long time. We attended ‘Bootblacking for Beginners’. It turned out to be absolutely fabulous. This is the text from the main advert for it.
“If you have ever wondered what the big deal was about Bootblacks and Bootblack culture this is a great opportunity to meet one! the class is free but we are asking for donations to cover some of Boy Grayson’s travel costs.
Bootblack or “bootblacking” is a term that lots of folks cock their heads at in confusion. Putting it plainly, bootblacks are the stewards of leather. We care for, repair and at times worship it. Never fear though, it isn’t all intense rubbing in darkly lit bar rooms. (Unfortunately!).
In this beginners class I will teach you a bit of history, a whole lot of practical know how and hopefully clear up the mystery with a live demonstration of the art!
Boy Grayson is an avalanche of personality. He’s a service submissive, leatherboy, kitten and sadistic top. Grayson has presented for the Knights of Leather, Titans of the Midwest and most recently at the Rome BDSM Conference; with a focus on bootblacking, the art of the gentlemanly shave and cigar play.”
We met some wonderful people and I learnt a lot from it. I finally have a decent in road into how to care for Master’s boots properly. Bootblacking is something I’ve always been fascinated by but thought it the preserve of gay men. That was the image I’ve most often run into but it turns out women can do it to. I’ll confess I do sometimes wonder whether I should have been born a gay man given the number of my interests that lean towards the sorts of stuff they enjoy.
I have since ordered saddle soap, a new brush and also a book that Grayson recommended called “Beyond Bootblacking: A Guide To Selecting And Caring For Leather Gear”. Ordered that this morning and got it delivered to our local Amazon locker so it should be there tomorrow. Not that I’m keen or anything…ahem.
Later on that evening when we got home, Master decided that we would indulge in some play. His initial thought was that things would lead into some pony play but ultimately that didn’t happen, partly because I wasn’t in the right headspace for it and partly because Master decided that it didn’t really lead on from what we had done up to that point.
I started off wearing the red and black pvc corset, my trousers and my knee pads (I have a knee injury that I’m receiving physio for but kneeling can be hard) and Master asked me to get out the various tools and things I would need to do His boots whilst He got changed into something more appropriate. I was to place the things I needed out and then stand with my hands behind my back and my eyes looking straight ahead.
I was having some anxiety issues at this point as it had been a long time since we had done much play. My mind was busy lying to me about what could go wrong and pointing out how much the corset didn’t look good on me anymore. I found the act of standing still and not fidgeting whilst Master got ready incredibly hard work. I do sometimes find that I have to fight part of my mind in order to submit the way I want to. I was relieved when Master reappeared. He was dressed in white jodhpurs, a black shirt with a blue and grey tie, His officer style jacket and His jack boots. He was also carrying His crop. I have a love hate relationship with that tool. It stings more than I like but it makes me so damn wet. He had me kneel in front of Him and take care of His boots. It was at this point that we discovered that unfortunately I didn’t have the range of motion required because of the corset. I apologised profusely and was promptly informed that I should be quiet. We are working on how much I apologise at the moment. I over apologise for things that don’t need apologies. Whilst I’ve not made much progress in not doing it to begin with, I have for the most part managed to silence my tongue when told to. It’s progress of a sort.
Once it was removed I got back to work, practicing the right amount of pressure to massage Master’s feet at the same time as cleaning the boots. Whilst I was doing this, Master began gently using the crop against my back. He also occasionally switched it up doing it harder which caused me to pause in what I was doing. Master reacted to this by asking me if I’d been told to stop and doing it again. Such delicious torment. By the time I was satisfied with the way Master’s boots looked I was seriously turned on. He had me stand up whilst He removed my trousers and my pants. Master then asked me in a severe tone to explain the state of my underwear. I cringed and promptly got told to look Him in the eyes and to explain the state of them. I managed to squeak that they were damp before desperately casting my eyes to the floor again. This was proving to be incredibly humiliating and I was struggling but at the same time incredibly turned on by the stern persona which He was portraying. I escalated it to stating they were wet but He still wasn’t satisfied. I really didn’t want to say what I could tell He wanted me to say. It was just too humiliating. I could have safeworded out at this point, I nearly did but then something inside me clicked and subspace arrived.
I very quietly told Him that my underwear was soaking wet and promptly burst into tears at Him. He held me close and hugged me as I found all the stress from the previous week washed out of me. Eventually I managed to stem the tears and asked for a drink which He gave me. Once I’d drank my fill, He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head down to the level of His waist and through to the bedroom.
Afterwards, He said that it was at this point that He realised just how submissive I was feeling. I would normally protest at this, as I can be something of a smart-arsed submissive and quite enjoy fighting back. I like to be overpowered. It thrills me. This time though I merely squeaked in surprise and followed. He bade me kneel on the bed on all fours, whereupon we had some epic sex. At one point He turned me over and dug His fingers into my thighs. I rocketed higher and further into subspace than I have been in a long time. I was almost beyond speech. It was super sexy. I trust Him to spot for me when I’m in this state. We’ve been together long enough that He can bring me back down if He needs too. Afterwards He cuddled with me and slowly brought me back down asking me simple questions like my name and where I lived. I was eventually back to a point where I was able to pleasure Him and loved hearing Him moaning as I sucked His cock. It was rather beautiful.
It felt good to play again and He commented the day after that I seemed a lot happier in myself than I have in a long, long time.
As for the damn black dog? He’s more of a sleepy puppy at the moment.