I prepare my slave for the ultimate worship of my new pointed leather boots.

On his knees, his dick tied to the door and handcuffed, he awaits my orders like the obedient slave he is.

Dressed head to toe in commanding black leather: a pleated skirt, fitted top and matching gloves, I start by commanding him to kiss my over-the-knee boots. Soon, he's sucking the tips, the heels and licking every inch of the leather as he strokes his pathetic dick at my orders. His desperation grows quickly, but worshiping my boots while edging makes his torment even harder.

I stand and...

I prepare my slave for the ultimate worship of my new pointed leather boots.

On his knees, his dick tied to the door and handcuffed, he awaits my orders like the obedient slave he is.

Dressed head to toe in commanding black leather: a pleated skirt, fitted top and matching gloves, I start by commanding him to kiss my over-the-knee boots. Soon, he's sucking the tips, the heels and licking every inch of the leather as he strokes his pathetic dick at my orders. His desperation grows quickly, but worshiping my boots while edging makes his torment even harder.

I stand and elevate the humiliation, commanding him to kiss and lick my leather skirt while I dictate his edging pace: faster, slower, closer, leaving him unsure of what's next.

Then, I take full control. Seated confidently, I rub my boots against his weak cock, teasing him as if he's humping them.

When he's on the verge of release, I countdown his ruined orgasm. He spills all over my perfect boots, then thanks me properly by kissing my gloved hand, knowing this was a privilege he doesn't deserve often.