I know how you feel about Me in My thigh high leather boots. I know what it does to you. You just can't control yourself. You're throbbing just thinking about it. You can't look away, you're woozy with anticipation and excitement. You're dying for the chance to fulfill your purpose, to lick My boots clean, like the good little boot bitch you are. It's overwhelming. The taste of the leather on your tongue, feeling the dirt coat your tongue, you have no choice. You're a shell of a human being, mindless, reduced to nothing but pumping your cock dry and licking My boots spotless.