I have decided to reward my slave with a much deserved (and badly needed) opportunity to worship my thigh high, patent leather boots. This is what he lives for, and why he is so willing to nurture my sadistic desires with his vulnerable and defenseless body.

He is after all, my 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 swimminghis senses reeling as the sweet, fragrance of my boot leather ...

I have decided to reward my slave with a much deserved (and badly needed) opportunity to worship my thigh high, patent leather boots. This is what he lives for, and why he is so willing to nurture my sadistic desires with his vulnerable and defenseless body.

He is after all, my 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 swimminghis senses reeling as the sweet, fragrance of my boot leather fills his nostrils. And he licks, and he kisses, and he caresses my gleaming patent boots like there is no tomorrow.

He sucks my 6 stiletto heel like a big, hard cock. I use his tongue on the bottom of my boots like a brillo pad, the sole of my boot across his outstretched tongue over and over again, until every fragment of dirt has been removed. And if I find even a spec of filth left behind, another beating will be in his immediate future.