My dirty, greedy bois are hungry - starved of attention and aching to be back beneath My boots where they belong, I permit My pups to lick and worship the filth off My shiny, patent ankle boots. Back where they belong, I take one piece of rope and attach either end to each of their balls, already blue from neglect. Creating even more tension by the fact I grip the length of the rope tightly between them to keep My control over these wayward boys - They must worship, clean and wrap their filthy little tongues around the soles and heels of My boots until I'm satisfied... if that's even possib...

My dirty, greedy bois are hungry - starved of attention and aching to be back beneath My boots where they belong, I permit My pups to lick and worship the filth off My shiny, patent ankle boots. Back where they belong, I take one piece of rope and attach either end to each of their balls, already blue from neglect. Creating even more tension by the fact I grip the length of the rope tightly between them to keep My control over these wayward boys - They must worship, clean and wrap their filthy little tongues around the soles and heels of My boots until I'm satisfied... if that's even possible.