As my slave, you are on the floor, on your knees, begging me to allow you to worship my leather boots. When I allow you to finally do it, you get so weak, that you would let yourself used by Me, serving these boots like I tell you to. You first kiss and polish the boots with your tongue, and then you realize you are owned by this boot you worship. So the moment I press my sharp heel into your balls you know you need to surrender and let yourself used by my boot in every way that I want. The more I press the more intense it becomes, being under my boot almost fees surreal, but you need to ta... Show more