Elaine Miller
We're so familiar with the model foot/shoe fetishist being your heterosexual male with a passionate thing for ladies' high heels, that I think we ignore the possibility of other shoe fetish genres. Here's this grrl's boot fetish. It's a dyke thing.
One Woman's Boot Fetish by Elaine Miller
I'm mostly femme, and I do own some of the shoes and boots one associates normally with fetish apparel - sleek high stiletto heels, thigh high leather and PVC, 7" heel platform pumps... but my true love has to be my black leather "men's" motorcycle boots.
Made by Dayton, my boots are thick, sensuous oil-tan leather with a squared-off toe and a heavy heel. They sport thick, deep tread Vibram soles for complete non-skid traction and those gratifying black marks all over my *^%^ linoluem. For some reason they weren't quite enough of a statement by themselves, so I fitted a couple of spurs to them - gunmetal black, heavy clankers that I've had for so many years that the rowels have completely worn off.
With these particluar boots, I can never figure out whether I like to wear 'em or look at 'em more... which is why I keep switching from one to the other. They're under my desk right now.
Or there's my (also by Dayton) engineer boots, almost $400 worth of black, high-on-the-calf, triple soled, steel-toes, steel shank and silver metal detailed on shiny, shiny black leather.... Someone, some time ago dubbed these my daddy boots. I guess they are. Not meant for casual strolls along the seawall, they weigh a few pounds each. I just love the feel of a pair of boots that you could have a car run over while you were wearing them, and not feel anything. Except regret for the lost shine.
Or maybe my favorites are my army boots, bought second hand for about $30 and lovingly restored by my boi. With felt insoles under sports insoles and long smooth new laces, these boots are durable and more comfortable than bare feet...
Here's something I love about all my butch boots. It's the sure-footedness, and the steadiness. It's the jingle of spurs and the steady clomp clomp sound of one's own stride echoing down an alley late at night. In contrast, high heels make a nervous ticking noise, accompanied, in my case, by a little "yeek yeek yeek" noise at the end of a night because my feet hurt.
But I am such a mixed-up thing of butch and femme... do you know what I really want? What I've always wanted?
A pair of thigh-high engineer boots.
