I command my slave to crawl and approach, sitting regally on my hand-carved, velvet-cushioned throne. Feeling very much in authority in my gleaming black catsuite and waist cincher of many buckles, tights matching pants and boots and my high-crowned military cap, audaciously red. My nude captive creeps humbly, stopping with the tip of my boot against his lewdly parted lips. A prolonged session of fervent boot worship has begun.

Licking, up and down, all around, then caressing with his cheek sends pleasing and dominant sensations through my body to my soul. Condescendingly I... Show more