Lady Scarlet is trying to relax on the bed, but the boy in the cage keeps disturbing Her with his begging. She knows how much he wants to worship Her, teasing with the view of Her beautiful arse in tight, shiny trousers. She decides to let him out of the cage, but he won’t get to touch Her, not even through Her trousers, the only thing he can worship is Her boots. Her beautiful, exquisite, leather boots are the closest he can get to worshipping. Not only is She superior to him, Her boots are also superior and he must show them the correct reverence if he isn’t to attract Her displeasure. H...

Lady Scarlet is trying to relax on the bed, but the boy in the cage keeps disturbing Her with his begging. She knows how much he wants to worship Her, teasing with the view of Her beautiful arse in tight, shiny trousers. She decides to let him out of the cage, but he won’t get to touch Her, not even through Her trousers, the only thing he can worship is Her boots. Her beautiful, exquisite, leather boots are the closest he can get to worshipping. Not only is She superior to him, Her boots are also superior and he must show them the correct reverence if he isn’t to attract Her displeasure. He does an acceptable job, so She decides to use him to clean the sweat from Her feet; after a day in boots, there is a lot of it. This is where he belongs, in a cage, under Her boots or under Her feet.