I have chosen to reward my devoted boot addict with a much deserved (and badly needed) opportunity to worship my knee high, leather boots as I enjoy a smoke break and a glass of . This is what he lives for, and why he is so willing to oblige my cruel desires.

He is after all, my helplessly hopeless boot fetishist who desires nothing more than this. And over many years, I have systematically conditioned him to them, to a point far beyond that of a mere addiction. As you can plainly see, he is utterly lost, his head swimming, his senses reeling, as the sweet, fragrance of my boot lea... Show more