Exotique Burmel magazines

Booted Discipline
by Brian Hayle
an Exotique Publication
Burmel Publishing Company
New York, New York
1959

digital replica

While it could be characterized as a story about transvestites, Booted Discipline works as a fantasy about men who love female leather attire so much that they wear it for the fun, titillation and pleasure of seeing it, hearing it, touching it, and being close to it. The first-person narrator, Roberta, tells of her new acquaintance with Freda, who has supplied Roberta's leather goods and escorted her through London's underworld of pubs that celebrate those who present themselves as leather clad women in high-heeled boots and shoes.

Freda approaches his/her cross-dressed cohort in her hotel room.

. . . . I became aware of a pair of dazzling high heeled patent leather button boots shining their way towards me. So immersed had I become with my self immolation that I had not heard the door open and Freda was upon me before I could move. She placed her feet either side of my buttoning boot and pressed inwards hard against its brown yielding creases. I sat back and let it lie in her booted grasp, a prisoner, brown kid held captive by the glistening buttoned patent. The unbuttoned part fell open and downwards as though yielding itself gladly yet helplessly. My eyes travelled up and along Freda's boots. They rose majestically up her leg and disappeared up her thigh into a staggering creation of black and white kid. It was a pleated skirt, the skirt itself being black and the inside of the pleats white and the hem of which fell just below her knees. It was belted round an hour glass figure with a three buckled patent strap of about ten inches deep. Above her patent waist was a black silk blouse with a high collar around which was worn a choker of shining buttons in black jet. Over this creation she was wearing a tailor-made jacket of black kid which buttoned down the front. Naturally, her hands were encased in black kid which I suspected ran the way up to her shoulders, and upon her head was perched a saucy little model also in the same material and which sported a large bow in patent leather.

All this I sucked in while her booted legs rubbed up and down against my helpless limb.

Freda drives Roberta to destinations in the (fictional?) London subculture of leather fetishists. In these warm, dark places, they meet others dressed as they are, in leather skirts and bodices, patent court shoes and kid gloves and boots with tall, slender heels. They enjoy the tactile intimacy of people they encounter and their aggressive appreciation. It's not competition between fine, leathered friends, but spontaneous reaction to others in the flock.

In a bar, they meet a barmaid who expresses admiration for the boots Freda and Roberta wear. Freda suggests they adjourn to a private room and directs her attention.

"Now then. Go down on your knees and feel the brown button boots which my friend is wearing. Don't hesitate, just do as I say. Get down and feel them."

Completely carried away by the tone of command the barmaid fell on her knees and proceeded to feel my boots from the feet upwards, right up to the curved top.

"OOOOH! But they're lovely," she ex-claimed. "They're so smooth and so — Oh! I don't know; they send shivers right through me. And these beautiful buttons all looking up at me." And as she spoke she traced each button from the top of my curved and shining boot right down to the bottom one where it fastened over the instep. "I think they're lovely. Really I do."

Freda held out one buttoned foot in the air and held it in front of the barmaid's face.
"If you think the brown button boots are lovely tell me what you feel about this boot." But there was no need to tell!

The barmaid clasped both her hands around the shining, glistening patent leather button boot and with a smothered cry proceeded to kiss each button right up to her conqueror's thigh.

Looking down at her latest victim Freda then lowered her leg and held up the other boot for its caresses which the barmaid avidly gave. Holding the back part of the foot and high heel in both her hands — with little moaning sobs her lips paid tribute to all the shining buttons, her head finally coming to rest on Freda's gleaming feet.

Freda leaned back with a smile of triumph, and looking down at her latest conquest said: "You see? No one is proof against shoes and boots. I tell you again that sex does not matter: it is the clothing which is the guiding rein. People from every class can be enslaved and I have an idea that the higher they are the heavier they fall. . . ."

Roberta describes their visit to another fete for fetishists in leather.

Here, again, was the same, glittering gathering in leather, boots, and bows; shoes and stockings, glasses in gloves, and kid and corsets. The same effervescent excitement that prevailed upon the dance floor. Everybody one hundred per cent alive and then some! Glittering, shining eyes. Carmined mouths wreathing and laughing. Friendly, leathered bodies touching and retreating. Leathered secrets being poured from mouth to ear. Victors and victims: each couple in their own private world of leathered love; hunters on the prowl and the hunted joyously knowing there was no escape.

Within the story, a few photographs show women wearing or touching boots. A few more photographs follow the text.

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