An athlete bootworshiper who adore My boots makes an strange appointment with Me, after o lot round of running to come and serve Me in My dungeon,I see his weakness in his eyes from the momment i appear walking in front of him as he lies down on the floor the place where he belongs,I m absolutely control him through his passion for My lovely legs wearing a pair of shiny boots,I m slapping his face with My sole again and again without mercy as he show Me his pathetic temperament as his hugs My Boots.''Stay down there and get your tongue out, you've got a lot of worshipping to do.''