He is trapped. Trapped in a cage he cant escape. In front my sexy boots. Ready to clean them he is pressing his tongue against the steel. Not able to reach my boots. I tease him. I enjoy watching the little worm trying to reach my sole. My evil laugh is what he loves to hear and with his funny act trying to lick my boots he is amusing me. However, the task to clean and worship my boots is almost impossible for him as the steel is always in his way. But a loser will always try to reach what makes him feel even more like a useless being, a slave not even able to lick my boots.

He is trapped. Trapped in a cage he cant escape. In front my sexy boots. Ready to clean them he is pressing his tongue against the steel. Not able to reach my boots. I tease him. I enjoy watching the little worm trying to reach my sole. My evil laugh is what he loves to hear and with his funny act trying to lick my boots he is amusing me. However, the task to clean and worship my boots is almost impossible for him as the steel is always in his way. But a loser will always try to reach what makes him feel even more like a useless being, a slave not even able to lick my boots.

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Er ist gefangen. Gefangen in einem Käfig, dem kann er nicht entkommen kann. Vor seinen Augen, meine sexy Stiefel. Bereit, sie zu reinigen, drückt er seine Zunge gegen den Stahl. Nicht in der Lage, meine Stiefel zu erreichen. Ich ärgere ihn. Ich genieße es, den kleinen Wurm zu beobachten, der versucht, meine Sohle zu erreichen. Mein böses Lachen ist das, was er am liebsten hört und mit seiner komischen Nummer, mit der er versucht meine Stiefel zu lecken, amüsiert er mich. Aufgabe, meine Stiefel zu putzen und zu verehren, ist für ihn fast unmöglich, da der Stahl immer im Weg ist. Aber ein Verlierer wird immer versuchen, zu erreichen, was ihn noch mehr wie ein nutzloses Wesen fühlen lässt, ein Sklave, der nicht einmal in der Lage ist, meine Stiefel zu lecken.