I am a no nonsense task master when it comes to training my slaves. It is my way, or no way. And the slightest infraction or disobedience is met with a swift and severe punishment. It is important to keep my minions in a constant state of servility, obedience and devotion. Anything less is simply unacceptable to me.

This particular slave is one of my most devoted pets. A boot slut who lives for the opportunity to be on his knees before me while I am dressed in my finest, crotch high, patent leather boots. Kneeling at my boot heels, he is completely submissive to my whims and desire...

I am a no nonsense task master when it comes to training my slaves. It is my way, or no way. And the slightest infraction or disobedience is met with a swift and severe punishment. It is important to keep my minions in a constant state of servility, obedience and devotion. Anything less is simply unacceptable to me.

This particular slave is one of my most devoted pets. A boot slut who lives for the opportunity to be on his knees before me while I am dressed in my finest, crotch high, patent leather boots. Kneeling at my boot heels, he is completely submissive to my whims and desires. He knows exactly where he belongs, and who he belongs to. His sex belongs to me. His pain belongs to me. And he would have it no other way.

Oh what a thrill for him to taste and smell my leather. And so I control his every movement...instructing him...teasing him...seducing him, and of course... denying him, as I have him brush his tongue slowly over the length of my patent leather boots. For a slave such as he, this is the ultimate form of surrender and reward.

It is moments such as these, that keep him transfixed in his proper place of servitude and coming back again and again to serve my whims and desires. He lives to serve me and only me. Of course, it wasnt always this way. But my training techniques always win in the end.