You belong under my patent leather boots, right here.

I want you stay completely still. No moving. You're going to be a good piece of human furniture for me today, frozen underneath these shiny thigh high stilettos like a good boot slave. Kneeling in devout worship, craving the weight of my legs on your back while you become an obedient ottoman for me.

And if you move? You get the whip. You don't want that, do you?

So stay still. Not a peep. You will be trained to worship my beautiful OTK boots and be of use for me. You will become acclimated to the imprint of my ... Show more