My boots need a spit shine. I bring the boy out from My overnight cage to do the honors. he is right where he belongs, groveling on the floor, anxiously awaiting My commands. he will polish every inch of My boots with his tongue until they shine. It is his duty to lick the dirt from My soles. Something is stuck to the bottom of My boot. Is it a leaf, no matter ...it is his snack and he devours it with enthusiasm. his cock strains against its chastity device as he worships My bare feet. It is My intention to condition the boy to respond to the smell of My feet. I hog tie and gag him, his focus ... Show more