It is a rare and special privilege which I have allowed this slave. The privilege of worshipping my magnificent, crotch high patent leather boots. And he is very obviously and extremely appreciative for the opportunity, as he slowly runs his tongue up and down the shaft of my boots, smelling the leather, tasting it, brushing his cheek against them, breathing it all in.

There's no place else in the world he would rather be at this very moment. It is here, at my feet, while worshipping my boots, that he truly understands his place as my lowly servant, my whipping boy, my slave. As I ...

It is a rare and special privilege which I have allowed this slave. The privilege of worshipping my magnificent, crotch high patent leather boots. And he is very obviously and extremely appreciative for the opportunity, as he slowly runs his tongue up and down the shaft of my boots, smelling the leather, tasting it, brushing his cheek against them, breathing it all in.

There's no place else in the world he would rather be at this very moment. It is here, at my feet, while worshipping my boots, that he truly understands his place as my lowly servant, my whipping boy, my slave. As I instruct him to lick high on my inner thigh, he is in heaven, as his face draws nearer to my perfection. But alas, I strategically stop his forward momentum and instruct him to once again start from the bottom up. He is helplessly, hopelessly ensnared in my web of leather.