>Someone asked me ‘what does a leather boi mean to me?’
It was a mobile phone text, so my answer was necessarily succinct, pretty brief; naturally therefore there is much to add in context and this only really covers the very basics. However, I thought it was an interesting enough train of thought to share here.
“Excellent, flawless, well trained, heart and soul service. To be so flawless and natural as to be only noticed by the subtle, superb, unexpected, quietly anticipated and dealt with unobtrusively, service. Unquestioning loyalty, devotion and obedience. (I would add here, which would be learnt, earnt and given freely once my worth is soundly proven). Charm, humour but always and only ever with total and appropriate respect. To provide such service directly for and in perfect reflection of one’s Master, no matter where, when or to whom. Summarised? Obedience, respect, subtle excellence. A valet, always aware of what is required, anticipation and ensuring its timely provision, i.e. boots, clothes, toys, refreshments etc. Sexual obedience, total, i.e. provision of sexual pleasure as required. Emotional, mental and physical support and entertainment. All that plus the usual requirements for living leather (a post for another time), i.e. honour, respect, honesty, integrity etc.
A tall order?”
That was the sum of my text, verbatim. In hindsight I could add so very much more.
I could also add that I require the above things from pretty much any submissive or slave of mine. Perhaps with elegance and grace, or simple quiet, unassuming respect, rather than practised precision… each to varying degrees dependant on the character involved.
Bottom line? I expect the best that you are able to give me, within your own personal character and particular gifts.
So, back to a leather boi. The many and varied special nuances of such a relationship.
Soft lips on my boot, bootblacking/making love to them whilst I relax and watch you, or simply read a book.
A soft head resting on my shoulder, or curled up into my lap to stroke like a treasured pet.
A willing and content smile following happily just behind me (in public) and to the side, within peripheral vision but unobtrusively and to the rear, with precise, perfectly practiced footsteps reflecting but not mimicking my own. Unless of course I proffer an arm for you to take, in a more Daddy mindset for fun.
A perfectly obliging piece of (pardon the crudity) f*ckmeat, a well trained timely BJ, a willingness to be pushed in directions that I require to push you, however dark, distasteful or scary that may be.
Such things content, center, relax and ground me. Such things please me, fulfil me, sometimes awe and astonish me… but always, always make me happy. Doubtless I shall think of many more things to add as time passes, but these are my first thoughts, off the top of my head.
As a disclaimer, I do not expect all of these things instantly. I expect and require them once both you and I have earnt them, proven our worth to and trust in one another.
x DK x
The term boi often/also has connotations of ageplay (a subject for another post)… in that particular headspace/roleplay/place i.e. the Daddy/boi scenario (or indeed Daddy/girl), the little space wants for nothing, is spoilt and fussed, nutured and pushed a little here and there to be the best they can be… but it’s not about formal leather or service, it’s about the relationship ~soft smile~