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... Show more