Boots drive you crazy. The shine, the fact that they are on my perfect feet. Stare up at me and stroke to me, just as I say. Slow at first, then speeding up, soaking up my presence, my shine, the ability I have to seduce you, while still keeping you in your place. You eat it up, you lick it up, just like you'd lick my boots clean - and they ARE dirty. Beneath my feet is where you belong, a lowly beta bitch. Perhaps I'll put you on a leash, to KEEP you in your place. Stroke harder, faster, as I allow you to go beyond the point of return - cum your fucking brains out, boot bitch!