I know how obsessed you are with my boots, I can see it all over your face.. you’re practically salivating, ravenous just staring at them. I want you to show me just how deep your worship goes, how you’re willing to do anything just for a minute of divine servitude. Beg me. Sink as low as you can possibly go and plead with me for just a taste.. to feel my boots pressed firmly against you and feel the true power my control holds.