As Mistress Luna and I are approaching the cage that I keep My boot bitch in, he can't see Us or Our magnificent over-the-knee black leather boots; he can only hear the sound of Our high heels coming closer to him. Locked in the cage, this chattel has only one function: to lick and worship any boot, shoe or foot that is put in front of his face. Anything pressed against his lips will immediately activate the bootlicker's tongue, which must not stop moving until the object has been removed from his proximity. With his head locked into the cage's secure collar, he can barely move to accomplis... Show more