He desires to serve, but hasn't the slightest clue of what I have in store for him. Fucking his face with my pointed boot heel, driving their ends into his back, nipples, and face; he will only just begin to understand what it means to be underneath me. His tongue will be a cleaning rag for me to remove the dirt and debris from the bottom of their soles, my fingers gripping into his skull as I drag him up all the way up the bright red thigh highs. I pin his head to the ground as his tongue wiggles, desperate to still follow my commands to clean despite the restriction I've placed. A wicked ...

He desires to serve, but hasn't the slightest clue of what I have in store for him. Fucking his face with my pointed boot heel, driving their ends into his back, nipples, and face; he will only just begin to understand what it means to be underneath me. His tongue will be a cleaning rag for me to remove the dirt and debris from the bottom of their soles, my fingers gripping into his skull as I drag him up all the way up the bright red thigh highs. I pin his head to the ground as his tongue wiggles, desperate to still follow my commands to clean despite the restriction I've placed. A wicked smile stretches across my face as I press both bottoms into his head, imagining what it would be like to crush it like a grape. This new boot bitch, is completely helpless & destroyed. Left to worship, surrender, & submit to my devious thigh high boots and I.