They smell so good, they're knee-high, they have laces, buckles and no zipper so that every time I put them on I am reminded of what they mean, the time and effort and discipline that goes into the leather lifestyle. They lace all the way up the front, and then there are five buckles that go over the laces. They are of course black, no shine (yet, there will be soon), heavy, durable, hard core, and totally kick-ass boots. Also, they smell good (better than a new car). The soles are an inch thick with screws in the bottom to keep the sole secure. They are also acid (and a bunch of other stuff) resistant, so I can pretty much walk everywhere, which is good, because I am expected to follow the lead of my Master, which can take me some pretty crazy and kick-ass places.
My boots are also my first piece of earned leather. They were presented to me by SargentMajor, who just yesterday placed me under his collar of protection. He is my Master's leather brother, and as such, is kind of like my "Uncle Major" in a way. He says I earned them. Coming from someone who knows me as well as he does, that means a lot to me.
My boots were presented by SargentMajor, but they were gifted by both SargentMajor and my Master, Relly. Of course, it was a total secret and surprise to me, because unlike me, they both have awesome poker faces and are good at keeping secrets.
Leather takes a lot of work. It has to be treated, it has to be kept clean, taken care of, shined, and respected. Some may even go so far as to say that you can build a relationship with it, and get to know it. If you don't take care of it, it deteriorates, but if you do put in the time, the effort, and the respect, it will take care of you, too. This also applies to the leather lifestyle.
I have grown a lot in the past few years. I've tried a lot of things that scare the shit out of me, and (with a lot of help from my leather family) gotten out of my comfort zone, pushed some hard limits, and learned a lot. I tried needles, waterboarding, entered a title competition, got my ears pierced for the first time ever (this was one of the things that really turned out well in the long run, and I love them so much), and Master and I are even considering getting me a few other piercings. Now, the things I listed are mostly the kink part, the play stuff, the fun. But I have also learned a lot about people, about safety, about relationships, trust, hard work, respect, and dependability. I'm not going to list the things I've done, because that's not something to be pointed out. That's my responsibility to the community, it's not something special, I feel like it's my job. Who I am is what's important. If I give my word, it reflects on me, my Master, and our group, Kinky Catawba. I do my best to be dependable, honest, and supportive of the people around me.
My boots mean to me:
People respect me.
People see me as a leader, even though I don't do the "public speaking thing."
I'm officially a part of the community now!
I'm doing something right, so I should keep doing it.
Next time I really will kick D_C's ass, with these kick-ass boots. ;)
I'm going to learn how to shine boots now.
I own these. Master allows me to own these. (That brings the butterflies the most.)
So much that I can't put into words right now.
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