I'm in a generous mood and wearing leather boots which I'll wear out later with my boyfriend. My human carpet must clean them by licking soles and heels. I often wonder about these slaves: Who is the real giver? Me giving the suffering or him taking enough of it? If I shred his skin with the boots, its something I can laugh about at party with BF. I've walked all over Europe in these. Now its time to trample and slave is off to a bad start with squirming and touching my feet, etc. If hes not careful he gets urethral sounding from my heel. I dig my stiletto into his hand and hes in agony. He as... Show more