Thereâ€TMs a new bitch in town. Iâ€TMm referring to the slave bitch that I have captured and with my riding crop. This sad excuse for a tough guy submits to a true Bitch Goddess and learns his place in this world, as an insect squashed on the bottom of my high-heeled leather boots. With every smack of my whip he whimpers and cries out like the little bitch he really is. Begging me to stop, groveling at my feet. I command him to worship my hot and sweaty feet right out of my boots. I slowly unzip the tight leather binding my strong calves and shove my smooth soles in his face, squeezing hi... Show more