Relaxing on my luxurious velvet throne, I take a “time out” to relax and allow my slave the divine privilege of using his tongue to worship my exotic thigh high leather boots. From the tip of my toe to the dirt laden sole, he must tongue wash every inch, as well as suck the filth from my 6 inch heels, until he can see the reflection of his pathetic face. Should he miss a spot, or fall short of my strict standards, a swift and painful slap across his face will remedy the situation . My instructions are to be followed to a “T” and without question, or suffer my wrath.

For a job well ...

Relaxing on my luxurious velvet throne, I take a “time out” to relax and allow my slave the divine privilege of using his tongue to worship my exotic thigh high leather boots. From the tip of my toe to the dirt laden sole, he must tongue wash every inch, as well as suck the filth from my 6 inch heels, until he can see the reflection of his pathetic face. Should he miss a spot, or fall short of my strict standards, a swift and painful slap across his face will remedy the situation . My instructions are to be followed to a “T” and without question, or suffer my wrath.

For a job well done, I allow him to unzip my long leather boots and smell my fragrant bare feet, with the aroma of boot leather still clinging to my bare skin. He is in slave heaven, as he takes in the combined fragrance of my flesh and boot leather. I then order him to lie on his back, and I tease him mercilessly with my feet. I shove my feet in his open, waiting mouth. One toe, two toes. All five toes jammed deep down his throat until he is gagging. Gagging in pure ecstacy! Servicing my boots and feet are his sole purpose in life.