lovely fairy appeared to offer him a wish.
but of course he did, so he shushed her and fell to wondering what to wish
for. He could have had wealth, he could
have found love, but deep down he knew he wanted none of those things and after
a few minutes of indecision he blurted out.
wealth unlimited, then you could buy thousands of pairs of boots.”
don’t want to have a pair of boots.
I want to be a pair of boots. I want to still be alive and
conscious and I want to be a pair of leather boots.”
is”, he added suddenly. “That’s very
want this to turn out badly for you in an ironic manner, like in the stories,
by heels four inches long. They had leather laces, tightly wound through bright
shiny eyelets all the way up the back, culminating in little leather tassels.
They gleamed with a mirror shine. They were, in short, the boots of almost
every male submissive’s fantasy. And he
wanted to be them.
rather creepy description. She looked anywhere except the bulge in his trousers
as she took out her magic wand, waved it a little and then the world exploded
in a shower of stars.
with arms splayed out above him and his wrists fastened so he could not break
free. His ankles too were restrained, his
and got up clutching a cloth bag.
you will be” she said, pulling a long, curved steel blade.
“All taken care of.” And she nicked his flesh deeply with the hooked end
of her blade and she began to cut.
course. The resulting hide will have
flesh on it, so this must be removed, first by cutting off the thicker layers,
then by scraping. The resulting skin is
salted, folded and left for 24 hours or longer.
Then, after soaking, the outer side of the hide must be scraped to remove
any hair and the epidermis. The material
is then tanned, soaking in a vat with chemicals, before being tightly stretched
across a frame and left to dry as taut as can be. True to the fairy’s word, the fisherman
remained alive and fully conscious throughout this process. Although most of his nervous system was gradually
cut and scraped away, the diligent fairy ensured that he continued to have all
the sensations that an unskinned human would experience. She even fancied she could hear his silent
screams, throughout, and she smiled a secret fairy smile as she worked.
her tools and she cut with strong shears and she sewed with a thick needle and she trimmed and
edged to make the boots of the fisherman’s dreams. The laces she made by
nicking the end of a thinned sheet and steadily pulling back, to make a thin
but strong strip of cured leather. She drove
the metal eyelets through with a punching tool, she vigorously polished the
boots to the required mirror shine, then when she had pulled the laces through, she was
finally able to lean back and contemplate the boots she had made.
someone might want them. She left them on the doorstep of the town shoemaker at
midnight and disappeared into the night.
of a local nobleman. She wore them once, but found they pinched, and the
business with lacing up at the back was far too much trouble, so threw them
into her shoe cupboard and never thought of them again. And there they remain to this day.
alive. It bloody hurts.
|…and the fisherman.|