I have learned my lesson.

There is an old saying, "be careful what you wish for." This proverb has a great deal of truth to it and it is doubly true if you change it to "be careful what you beg for". I have been happily married for twelve years now, and our sexual life has been playful and fun. My wife is quite open-minded but there are definite limits to what she will do. She has been very good about catering to my very strong leather fetish. She had no particular interest in leather that some women just seem to have, but she quickly learned use it as her fabric of choice to turn me on. She did not shy away from wearing long, soft leather gloves to fondle me to ecstasy during our sexual encounters. To please her, and repay her for her consideration, I experimented with different things, trying to find that special something that at least came close to being her equivalent to my fetish. Quite by accident, I read an article written by a guy who obviously had a rather intense foot fetish. Now I love women's feet when they are covered with black, glove-soft leather boots, but I have never wanted to kiss and lick bare feet. The author of this article did, which did nothing to turn me on however, the effect on the lady he was doing it to sounded quite intense. One day when we were making love and I was felling very horny, I seemed to need an extra bit of internal strength to do this, I slowly started nibbling at her bare feet. We had just showered together, and I found it was not as obnoxious as I thought it would be. As I watched to gauge her reaction, I have to admit I was somewhat surprised, she was really getting into it. She had elbow length black leather gloves on and as I started seriously kissing her feet, she started foundling her breasts, which had a chain reaction effect of getting me really going at her feet. There was no doubt I had found her "thing". I am sure she had an orgasm as I got into it and so began our routine of "I will cater to yours, if you will cater to mine".

In time, like so many men that love the feel of leather, I developed an interest in female domination. Different articles I had read were of interest to me and I even bought her a riding crop. I hoped she might use it to be a little more forceful at expressing her wishes. I knew what she wanted, and even though I found it to be a submissive thing for me to do, I guess I just wanted her to be more aggressive in getting me to do it. I even made her a leather strap out of an old belt that I sewed Velcro to so that it could be used to bind my hands behind my back to give her total control, but she showed little interest. I was really turned on by some articles I had read and some pictures I had seen about ball busting. I knew full well that a hard shoot between the legs would result in pain that would put an immediate end to an erection. I did however think that a "gentle tap" right in the groin by some part of my wife's anatomy, covered with soft supple black leather would not be too bad. Not hard, just enough to put a guy down and convince him that he should be submissive and work her feet over with his mouth.

One day, when we were both overdue for an orgasm, I broached the subject with her. By now she owned every possible garment made of leather that I could buy for her. I always went with her on these shopping excursions, and made sure she bought the best, so I laid out three of my favorites. The first item was a black, tight fitting blazer that zipped up the front and went down below her waist. To go with the blazer, I chose a matching pair of slacks we bought at the same time she got her blazer. Both were made of glove soft lamb skin leather and hugged her body like another layer of skin. To complete the look, I picked a pair of short, silk lined gloves that had zippers up the back. They were so tight on her hands, that she could not put them on unless they are unzipped. Since my previous attempts at getting to her aggressive side had not faired well, I started off slowly. After I had helped her into her outfit, I slipped on a silk thong that held my now erect penis up in place. The thong was part of the deal, if she wore her slacks and blazer. Previously there had been a premature dribble of semen, and that was no longer allowed with this outfit, so something had to remain covered until she took it off. As I kissed and nibbled at her ear, I asked her if she would like to have her feet done. Of coarse, she did so I tried this approach. I said I felt that if she would give me just a little shot between the legs with her knee, just hard enough to put me down, it would help put me in the right frame of mind to submissively do her. Her reaction really surprised me, she said, "get on your knee's, kiss my ass, and beg me to". I did not have a problem with that, so I knelt down as she turned her back to me and I stated kissing her shapely leather cover ass and started begging her to knee me in the balls. I had kissed her ass like this before, but having her demand that I do it really made my erection strain against my thong. After a few minutes of this she quite sternly told me to stand, turn around and hold my hands behind my back. I did as I was told and soon felt her bind my hands together at the wrist with the leather strap. I was pleased she did that, I had thought she had thrown it out and she was really starting to get into this. Satisfied I was secured, she told me to stay put. She went to her dresser, and came back with a silk scarf that she stuffed in my mouth and tied behind my head. She then stepped in front of me started fondling my erection in its silk prison. If I am going to do this to you I do not want to hear about it, referring to the gag. She grabbed the sides of my head with her hands and pulled down. Her right foot stepped back and then her leg became a blur as she drove her right knee forward and up into my balls.

There are times when time seems to go by on a schedule of it's own. For me, this was one of those times. By pulling my head down, she accomplished two things, first my knees slightly parted, opening a larger target for her. Secondly, it forced me to watch. At first it seemed her knee was coming at me at a phenomenal speed, which it was, but as it sunk in to my thick skill she was really "doing" me, somehow time slowed down. Suddenly in my mind's eye her knee took a long time to connect with it's intended target. After her knee connected, hard enough to lift me off my feet, I just stood there for what seemed like about 10 seconds, it was less than a second I'm sure, but it seemed like ten. Several things ran through my mind, not the least of which was, "I should have empathized the part about not hard, I do not think I said hard enough to kill me". Somewhere in this blur of thought I realized my legs were buckling and I was in a world of pain. She still held my head, and slowed my descent as my face slid down the front of her leather-incased body. I curled into the fetal position, and my hands would have been on my aching balls if they were not tied behind my back. I felt some nausea but it passed fairly quickly. I just lay there with intelligible noises coming from my gagged mouth, as I did I noticed my wife wander off to the other side of the bedroom. As I started to feel a little bit better, I noticed that it sounded like she was getting undressed. When she returned to where I was still curled up, I saw see had taken her leather slacks off. She had put her boots on, let me take a minute to describe these boots for the benefit of anyone else with a leather fetish that may read this.

We came across a boot maker in Montreal, Canada that had these boots that he imported from Italy. The foot cover part of the boot was complete but the upper shaft part was not. He measured the length of her leg and the diameter at three locations, the calf, the knee and the top of her thigh. He then custom sewed the shaft of each boot to fit tightly to the entire length of her leg. There was no zipper at all, she would just worked them on like she was putting on a long pair of opera gloves. The inside of each boot was lined with glove soft beige leather, black at the top for about a nine inches, so they could be turned down for that over the knee buccaneer look. The outside was glove soft black leather and the heels are 4" high with pointed toes.

Seeing her standing over me with her boots on I remember thinking "it's not her feet she wants me to lick". I must have been on the floor 10 minutes or more before she started hauling me to my feet. She stood me up and kissed me tenderly. Her right hand started fondling my very limp penis. Eventually she slipped her gloved fingers under my thong and after a while it started to get hard. I looked at her face and she told me to keep looking down. Suddenly she grabbed both my shoulders and spun me around. From between my legs I saw the toe of her boot flashing up into my groin. I went up in the air with her boot and down to the floor with it. I was in way too much pain to notice, but with my hands behind my back, I landed rather hard on my shoulder. It took about a month for my shoulder to heal, but curled up on the floor I could only think of my aching balls. It had never occurred to me she would let me have it more than once or with such incredible force, hell I never thought she would nail me the first time, how could I have guessed she would get this far into it. I was sure I was going to vomit this time, it took several minutes for the feeling of nausea to end. I was then reminded in no uncertain terms, I was only getting what I had begged for. I now had a whole new begging agenda, I never, ever want to be kick or kneed in the groin again. As the pain started to let up a little and since I was still gagged, I tried to get my mouth near one of her boots to kiss it. I just wanted her to accept my total and complete surrender.

Eventually she started hauling me to my feet again. When I was finally standing on somewhat shaky legs, she started to fondle me again. It took her a while but finally she succeeded in getting me hard. This time, she told me to keep looking at my pouch and spread my legs. After what I had been through, I just stood there with my knees tightly held together shaking my head. My options were then explained to me. "Spread your legs and take what is coming one more time". I tried to plead with her for mercy but all I could do was mumble into my gag. She knelt down in front of me and with wide eyes I watched her right hand as she seductively stroked her leather covered hand over her face as though pondering her next move. Slowly her hand became a fist as she drew it back over her right shoulder. As I watched, she drove her fist into top of my erect penis. I folded over like a collapsing accordion. From her knees she held me up by the shoulders as my head rested on her shoulder. She whispered in my ear as she held me in place. "Now, when I get you standing, spread your legs or I am going to really hurt you". It took her a few minutes to get me standing, my legs just did not want to hold me. As soon as she had me in position she said "well"? Slowly I spread my legs as she took my head and pulled down until I was bent over at the waist. My eyes filled with tears, I knew what was coming and I did not think I could take it. She ignored my intelligible grunts and stepped her right foot back. My bulging eyes were transfixed to the toe of that beautiful right boot as I helplessly watched her step into a field goal type kick to my groin. I was on the ground in the now too familiar fetal position in a flash.

My wife left to room and did not come back for about 15 minutes. When she did she had a chair with her. She still had her blazer, gloves and boots on. She pulled me over onto my back and set the chair over my waist, she then sat in the chair facing my head. She then took her left boot off, and then removed my gag. She then placed to sole of her booted foot over my mouth, and dug the heel into the base of my neck. She then asked, "well, are you feeling submissive enough to suck my toes now"? I quietly said yes and started kissing the sole of her boot. When she replace her booted foot with her bare foot I went at it like my life depended on it.

The main thing that has changed in our sexual adventures is that she will not wear a leather garment of any kind unless my hands are tied behind my back. She quite regularly tells me to kiss her ass and beg for anything I like. The only thing I ever beg for is to kiss and lick her feet. Once, she made a move like she was going to drive her knee into my groin, then laughed like hell as I went down like a ton of bricks even though she never even came close to connecting. If she had kneed me in the groin with a light, playful shot, like I had in mind my fantasies may have resulted in my asking her to do me again someday. The way she chose to work me over has had a long lasting effect. Insuring that I was looking down to see her boot on its way to inflict damage is permanently etched in my mind. Over and over again I find myself daydreaming, and the image of that black pointed leather toe shooting up between my legs is as clear as a bell. Now, when I see a fine looking lady walking down the street dress in a sexy looking outfit, set off with a sharp looking pair of boots, I kind of shutter. What if she was offended by my checking her out and one of these boots shot up between my legs and nailed me. It makes me look away, I never want to experience a groin shoot again as long as I live!

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