Now that you are at your rightful placeon your kneesbelow me, you can not take your eyes off of my crotch high, luscious leather boots, can you? I know you better than you know yourself, slave. You long to touch themsmell themkiss themtaste them.

But should I allow you that privilege, slave? What have you done to deserve such a supreme gesture on my part? Go ahead, slavebeg me for the opportunity to worship my boots. You call that begging? Dont make me get out of my throne slave, because if I do, I will teach you how to beg properly, and I assure you it will not be nearly as ... Show more