It's hot, and I'm wearing leather, so even a stupid chattel should realize how sweaty My feet have become in My red leather boots. I already know that My chattel nuli dreams of sniffing My sweat, but first, he must start by showering My elegant leather platform boots with respectful kisses. Then I want to hear him really beg Me for the privilege of inhaling the divine aromas of My hot, wet soles. I want to listen to the rushing noise of air passing up from My feet, being sucked in through his nose, finally settling into his submissive brain. I want My chattel to desire every damp, sweat-fil... Show more