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True fetishists are nearly always attracted to the garment or material of their desires at a surprisingly early age. For professional dominatrix, Mistress Elizabeth, who hails from the Miami/Ft. Lauderdale area of Florida, that early attraction occurred at the ripe old age of seven. In fact, to prove this, she still has a photo in her family album to remember it by. Seven-year-old Elizabeth had an older sister who twirled the baton with her school band. Part of the baton twirler's costume was the traditional calf-length, white-leather parade boots with a rising front and attached tassels. Elizabeth coveted those boots and she would try them on whenever she got the chance. When her big sister wore them they fit high on the calf, as they were intended, but when seven-year-old Elizabeth wore them they rose to her knees, or even just above. She loved them! The family photo shows Elizabeth standing proudly, smiling ear to ear, in her sister's over-sized white parade boots. That's not all, however. Along with the boots, young Elizabeth is also wearing not one, not two, but three heavily elasticized "waspie" corselets around her waist! She scrounged them from her mother's lingerie drawer and put them on, one on the other! How many boot-and-corset fetishists do you know with photographic proof like this?

Strangely enough, Elizabeth did not explore the sexual-and-fantasy side of her burgeoning fetishism until much later in life. Yes, she wore boots all the time in her teenage years and her twenties and thirties, but she stuck strictly to the fashion edicts. The go-go boot era was particularly fun for her, she recalls, but she didn't actually get into the subculture of the fetishist and really learn to explore her as yet undeveloped love for tight lacing and wearing boots until later in life. First, she played the role of wife and mother. Most of this time was spent in Central America, because that's where her husband's work was. As you might imagine, the tropics is not exactly the perfect climate for wearing tight, leather corsets and high, leather boots, but she still managed to keep a few pairs of go-go boots and knee-highs in her closet for special occasions.

Elizabeth began exploring her sexual proclivities and her fetish instincts only after her children were raised and out of the house, and after she amicably divorced her vanilla husband. She was inspired by books and newspapers on the subject of B&D and fetishism, everything from Venus in Furs to Screw. She moved back to south Florida, where she had been raised, and got into a relationship with a man who had some of the same kinks she had. That was in 1984. She began buying boots and corsets from fetish-and-lingerie shops. She began buying whips and handcuffs from bondage catalogs. She explored her dominant side with her submissive boyfriend. It made her recognize that dominance was fun and exciting, she was good at it, and it could potentially be rewarding as well. Her kinky relationship also showed her that her love for super-tight corsets, high boots and long gloves was something very, very strong and very personal. She wasn't wearing thigh-high boots for her submissive, she was wearing them for herself!

Ten years ago Mistress Elizabeth became a professional dominatrix. She set up a spacious, one-room dungeon and decorated it beautifully with faux stone walls, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a suspended metal bondage swing, a heavy, self-standing X-cross, an Inquisition-like metal cage and enough whips, crops, paddles and bondage gear to restrain and discipline an army! As coincidence would have it, her very first paid professional dominance session required absolutely none of this equipment. In fact, the nervous fellow who arrived at her dungeon door was too nervous to go inside! It turned out that Elizabeth's first paying client was a boot fetishist—nothing more and nothing less. He had seen the ad photo she had recently placed in a local adult tabloid for the first time. The fellow said he had called her, instead of any of the other dominas advertised, because she was the only one wearing thigh-high boots in her photo. He wasn't interested in any sort of pain or submission and he didn't even want to enter her dungeon. This created a slight dilemma for Elizabeth, because all of her gear and most of her fetish outfits were in the dungeon. Elizabeth was ecstatic about getting a boot slave as her first client, but momentarily confused about what to do. Most of her boots were in the dungeon, but he simply would not go inside. Finally she came up with an idea. Quickly changing out of the corset and boots she had on to meet him, she transferred most of her boots from her dungeon to her car, took the client down the street to a local coffee shop and had a chat with him. Elizabeth lives very near her dungeon and the idea she had was to get a better feeling for the guy over coffee. If he seemed okay, she could then take him back to her home for the boot session.

As it happened, the guy turned out to be fine. He followed her back to her house and Elizabeth ordered him to bring all her boots in with him from her car. This put a huge smile on his face, as Elizabeth recalls. The session took place in her living room. She had gotten all dolled up again in her fetish finery and perched herself on the best chair while her nervous boot admirer was tenderly ordered to fetch a certain pair of boots, help her on with them, touch them, kiss them, lick the heels and lie beneath them so Elizabeth could use him as a foot stool. After a few minutes Elizabeth would tire of the pair she was wearing and demand to try another style. He would help her off with them and go fetch another pair. This sequence played out with almost a dozen pairs of boots, lasted two hours, and when the fellow left his feet were hardly touching the floor! Needless to say, Elizabeth was pretty happy too! Getting paid to have your boots adored is not exactly a bad way to make a living! It also made her stop and think about the wide variety of fantasy interests her future clients were likely to have. It made her realize, there and then, that just because someone is kinky doesn't necessarily mean they are a masochist or want to be bound or humiliated. This nervous little fellow who was afraid to enter her dungeon and only wanted to worship her boots gave Elizabeth a lot of valuable insight.

I've known Mistress Elizabeth for just about as long as she has been advertising as a professional domina. She has been in my magazine, DDI, for years. She's also a very good friend. In fact, just about the time you're reading this article, both Elizabeth and I will be in Paris at the same time attending the Demonia fetish party. No doubt I'll get a couple shots of her in boots and corset at the event, along with lots of other fetish dominas from around the world. Elizabeth is a very well-traveled dominatrix. She has been to the Other World Kingdom in the Czech Republic several times and has had Sublime Lady of the OWK status bestowed upon her. It was during my last visit to south Florida that I had the chance to stop by both her home and her dungeon for a Bootlovers.Com boot shoot. I think you can tell which shots are which. We even lined all her boots up against the rock wall in her dungeon for a group photo. It gives you an idea of the size of her collection. I think my favorites are the shots done at her home, sitting beside her glass-topped table with a metal cage below it. I guess once a dominatrix, always a dominatrix. She can put a slave in a cage, under the table, as she eats supper. I wonder if she wears her thigh-highs at the same time?

I hope you enjoy the gallery. I sure enjoyed shooting it and I love any excuse to meet up with Elizabeth. She's an absolute bootlover and the most down-to-earth dominatrix I know. If you would like to make contact with Mistress Elizabeth, I've included her contact details below. I know she would love hearing from you. She has a special place in her heart for boot fetishists. I guess it takes one to know one, eh?