Leather-clad Miss May stands before the cage where Her boy awaits, trembling with anticipation. Today, She has a rare privilege in store for him: the chance to worship Her exquisite leather boots. But such an honor must be earned, and Miss May demands to hear the desperation in his pleas.

his cage confines him, making him strain and stretch just to reach Her boots. Every lick must be deliberate, every motion a display of his utter devotion. But when he dares to start licking without Her explicit command, Miss May’s displeasure is swift and severe. Such insubordination will not go...

Leather-clad Miss May stands before the cage where Her boy awaits, trembling with anticipation. Today, She has a rare privilege in store for him: the chance to worship Her exquisite leather boots. But such an honor must be earned, and Miss May demands to hear the desperation in his pleas.

his cage confines him, making him strain and stretch just to reach Her boots. Every lick must be deliberate, every motion a display of his utter devotion. But when he dares to start licking without Her explicit command, Miss May’s displeasure is swift and severe. Such insubordination will not go unpunished.

Deciding his worship needs proper correction, She releases him from the cage and positions Herself regally on top of it, gazing down with disdainful authority. Now on his knees, he devotes himself entirely to Her boots, his tongue working tirelessly over every inch of leather. Miss May watches, unmoved, as he struggles to meet Her high standards, reminding him of his singular purpose: to please Her completely and without question.

A male's existence is defined by service. And today, that service is proven beneath Miss May’s boots