My house boys are here to serve, and chattel sit lives locked 24/7 with his steel neck collar and titanium chastity. I have summoned sit to clean My leather walking boots, using nothing else but his tongue and lips. The boots are covered with dust and have dried-on mud embedded deep into the sole treads. This is not fetish footwear, they are practical everyday boots, and sit's tongue is nothing more than an automatic cleaning tool for Me to use. While I'm relaxing with a cigarette while waiting for him to complete this task he will also function as My human ashtray, a purpose I frequently u... Show more