My impertinent slave is long overdue for an attitude adjustment. And so tonight, he shall be dealt an appropriate punishment. But not the type of punishment he is hoping for. There will be no whips or canes to brutalize his flesh. Oh no, this pain slut would enjoy that far too much. He desperately craves the voracious bite of my whip against his back...the searing sting of my cane on his ass. He is after all, an all too proud masochist who needs to be broken to my will.

What better way to put him down...on his knees...below me...where he truly belongs, then to have him worship my b...

My impertinent slave is long overdue for an attitude adjustment. And so tonight, he shall be dealt an appropriate punishment. But not the type of punishment he is hoping for. There will be no whips or canes to brutalize his flesh. Oh no, this pain slut would enjoy that far too much. He desperately craves the voracious bite of my whip against his back...the searing sting of my cane on his ass. He is after all, an all too proud masochist who needs to be broken to my will.

What better way to put him down...on his knees...below me...where he truly belongs, then to have him worship my boots with his tongue while I orchestrate his demise from my velvet throne. It will be pure agony for him. He will try of course try to resist, but resistance is futile. And I have no intention of making it pleasurable for him. Far from it.

I control his every movement, instructing him to lick my gleaming patent leather stiletto boots like there's no tomorrow. Commanding him to do it EXACTLY how I choose it to be done. I verbally humiliate him for it, laugh at him, degrade his every failed attempt to please me. The harder he tries, the more I debase him...squashing his ego...crushing his soul...humbling him for my entertainment.

But when I am through with him, he will be a slave worth holding onto, at least for now. And I will have a pair of magnificent, spit shined, gleaming boots.