After thoroughly beating the hell out of her slave, The Cruel Colossus has chosen to reward him with the opportunity to worship her thigh high, leather boots. This is what he lives for, and why he is so willing to nurture Lady Towers' sadistic desires with his vulnerable and defenseless body. He is after all, a hopeless boot fetishist who desires nothing more than this.

And over many years, Lady Towers has conditioned him to them, to a point far beyond that of a mere addiction. As you can plainly see, he is utterly “lost”, his head swimming, his senses reeling, as the sweet, fragra...

After thoroughly beating the hell out of her slave, The Cruel Colossus has chosen to reward him with the opportunity to worship her thigh high, leather boots. This is what he lives for, and why he is so willing to nurture Lady Towers' sadistic desires with his vulnerable and defenseless body. He is after all, a hopeless boot fetishist who desires nothing more than this.

And over many years, Lady Towers has conditioned him to them, to a point far beyond that of a mere addiction. As you can plainly see, he is utterly “lost”, his head swimming, his senses reeling, as the sweet, fragrance of her boot leather fills his nostrils. And he licks, and he kisses, and he caresses the soft Italian lambskin boots like there is no tomorrow.