You know where you belong, right?

Beneath my feet. Your face on the ground, my boot on your cheek. You are an inferior loser.

You like it down there, don’t you?

You like worshiping my shiny black boots. You want to lick them. You’ll never be worthy of licking any other part of me. It’s so erotic for you, isn’t it? I know.

You’re just a little boot bitch.