I have to meet a Lady friend of Mine in a cozy S&M club. On the road to there, My designer leather boots got dirty, so the doormat slave is there clean them for Me. With his tongue, of course. What, he thought he could worship My clean boots? No, an inferior creature like him will not have that honor, he must be grateful I let him touch them at all. This is not a favor for him, this is his job: to clean Lady boots. After he cleans the soles of My well-worn leather boots with his tongue of all the dirt (god knows what's on the street) maybe I will let him enjoy worshiping them clean, if he d... Show more