I have gone to great lengths to psychologically train and program this pathetic boot fetishist to need and want my boots more than life itself. His only purpose and desire, night and day, is to worship my leather clad legs with his undeserving tongue. The very first thing he must do each day, is to present himself to me on his knees, and beg for the opportunity to worship my boots to start his day. A sort of morning breakfast ritual if you will, intended to further addict him to my leather boots.

From the tip of my toe to the top of my thigh, he must lick every inch of my... Show more