I have decided to reward my pet with a much deserved and badly needed opportunity to worship my delicious thigh high patent leather boots. This is what he lives for, and why he is so willing to nurture my sadistic desires with his defenseless body. He is after all, a hopeless boot and leather fetishist who desires nothing more than this.

Over the years I have systematically conditioned him to a point far beyond that of a mere addiction. As you can see, he is utterly lost worshipping my boots as the scent of my leather fills his nostrils and drives him into a submissive frenzy. He l...

I have decided to reward my pet with a much deserved and badly needed opportunity to worship my delicious thigh high patent leather boots. This is what he lives for, and why he is so willing to nurture my sadistic desires with his defenseless body. He is after all, a hopeless boot and leather fetishist who desires nothing more than this.

Over the years I have systematically conditioned him to a point far beyond that of a mere addiction. As you can see, he is utterly lost worshipping my boots as the scent of my leather fills his nostrils and drives him into a submissive frenzy. He licks, he kisses, and he caresses my soft leather boots like there is no tomorrow.

I use his tongue on the bottom of my boots, gliding the sole across his outstretched tongue over and over again, until every speck of filth has been removed. And if I find even a crumb left behind, I administer a swift slap to his face as a corrective measure.

It is here at my feet, that he will learn his true purpose and place, taking in the heady aroma of my boots and longing for the opportunity to touch, if and when I allow it. What a thrill for him, to taste and smell my leather. It is the ultimate form of surrender and reward. It is moments such as these, that keep him transfixed in his place of servitude, and coming back again and again to serve my whims and desires.