I know that there is something about high heel boots that makes males susceptible to performing humiliating and painful tests in the hope of getting close to them. I love to have My boys kneeling before Me, focusing intently on My boots: taking in the shape, the leather, the heel and the sole. I want them consumed by every little detail of My expensive designer footwear. I want them to crave for My boots, to beg for permission to get close to the leather. Yet they shall never be allowed to touch the uppers with their disgusting tongues. What My chattel's tongue will embrace is My boot's dir...

I know that there is something about high heel boots that makes males susceptible to performing humiliating and painful tests in the hope of getting close to them. I love to have My boys kneeling before Me, focusing intently on My boots: taking in the shape, the leather, the heel and the sole. I want them consumed by every little detail of My expensive designer footwear. I want them to crave for My boots, to beg for permission to get close to the leather. Yet they shall never be allowed to touch the uppers with their disgusting tongues. What My chattel's tongue will embrace is My boot's dirty sole. he will never get to enjoy the excellent taste of My boots' leather, to enjoy the soft, supple texture on his lips. he and his tongue shall only lick clean the sole, along with sucking up My cigarette ash and spit off the floor below My heels, before that same cigarette is used to mark his body as My property.