You're utterly powerless before leather thigh-high boots. Already on your knees, helpless to resist their allure, consumed by your overwhelming addiction. You can't take your eyes off how seductive a woman's legs look encased in sleek leather. Your heart races at the privilege of pressing your lips to the soles, licking every inch with reverence. You're a slave to thigh-highs, a true leather addict. Show me your desperation—grovel, beg, and prove how weak you are for this moment. But devotion alone isn’t enough. You owe a boot tax . Tribute my leathers for the honor of worshipping them prop...

You're utterly powerless before leather thigh-high boots. Already on your knees, helpless to resist their allure, consumed by your overwhelming addiction. You can't take your eyes off how seductive a woman's legs look encased in sleek leather. Your heart races at the privilege of pressing your lips to the soles, licking every inch with reverence. You're a slave to thigh-highs, a true leather addict. Show me your desperation—grovel, beg, and prove how weak you are for this moment. But devotion alone isn’t enough. You owe a boot tax . Tribute my leathers for the honor of worshipping them properly. It’s what I deserve, and you know it. Now, pay up and show me you’re worthy.