At Boot Level

OK, it isn’t Sunday yet, but I’m in the mood to see some suffering.  I want to look at pictures where the jobber is down on the mat with some tall boots near his face.  I love pictures where all you see is the attacker’s boots — I suppose because of the danger, the potential for destruction and agony, that the boots represent.

It’s also very humiliating for the handsome victim to be reduced to foot level, to be down on the floor where he’s apt to be forced to kiss the stronger man’s leather boot.

The boot is almost phallic in appearance as it juts into the image, asserting itself, threatening the victim who stares at the boot feeling intimidated and out-matched.