Today I will grant My chattel sit a privilege he hasn't had in a log time: to worship My leather clad behind. As usually, he will have to start with My shoes, because that's his place: at My feet. Today he will be allowed to go up from My shoes, but in order to win the right to worship Me above My ankles, he will have to pay a price. A price of pain, that he will have to take in silence. I don't want to hear him groaning or screaming in pain, so he will be gagged. And only if I am pleased by the way he takes the pain from My heavy leather strap, will I give him permission to worship My beau... Show more