I love My thigh high patent leather boots and I like to have them worshiped, but My overzealous chattel is too eager to touch and kiss them before he is actually given permission to do so. Stepping on his stupid fingers is not a sign for him to lay his lips on the exceptional leather. Punishment is in order for this offense, and it will last for the next 24 hours, with the naughty boy locked in a tight set of steel stocks. In this uncomfortable (to put it mildly) position, My boot bitch will be trained to properly worship My exquisite footwear. he understands rather quickly that the next da... Show more