You will drop to your knees before me and gaze adoringly at my soft leather thigh boots. You will worship them on my command as if your life depended on it. Worship them like you love them, like they are everything to you, your entire world revolves around me and my boots. I will sit back and watch you lick every inch of them, suck on the heels and suck up the ash from my cigarette. You will savour my saliva, which I'll spit directly onto the leather for you, just to give you a little more for boot shining... you lucky boy!