It is a rare and special privilege which I have allowed this slave. The privilege of worshipping my magnificent, crotch high patent leather boots. And he is very obviously and extremely appreciative for the opportunity, as he slowly runs his tongue up and down the shaft of my boots, smelling the leather, tasting it, brushing his cheek against them, breathing it all in.

I instruct him precisely how I want this task completed to my satisfaction. And I hold him tightly by his slave collar and leash, leading him up and down the long shaft of my gleaming boots. This lesson is so much mo...

It is a rare and special privilege which I have allowed this slave. The privilege of worshipping my magnificent, crotch high patent leather boots. And he is very obviously and extremely appreciative for the opportunity, as he slowly runs his tongue up and down the shaft of my boots, smelling the leather, tasting it, brushing his cheek against them, breathing it all in.

I instruct him precisely how I want this task completed to my satisfaction. And I hold him tightly by his slave collar and leash, leading him up and down the long shaft of my gleaming boots. This lesson is so much more than a tutorial on how to clean my boots. It is a very important part of the psychological conditioning process. The longer he is on his knees, servicing my boots, the more comfortable and fulfilled he will feel in his position of servitude.

There's no place else in the world he would rather be at this very moment. It is here, at my feet, while worshipping my boots, that he truly understands his place as my lowly servant, my whipping boy, my slave. As I instruct him to lick high on my inner thigh, he is in heaven. But alas, I strategically stop his forward momentum and instruct him to once again start from the bottom up. He is helplessly, hopelessly ensnared in my web of boot domination.