CUSTOM: You've just come in from a walk in your Hunter wellies. You're dressed casually. The only dirt on the Hunter wellies is what has got into the treads from your walk but we can't see that yet. The rest of them remains shiny.

You show off the shiny Hunters, teasing me with them because you know that I'm a Hunter wellies pervert. However, you make it clear that I will NEVER get to touch their shiny surfaces because I'm not worthy of that privilege and I must NOT be masturbating to the sight of them now as I watch the clip.

After a while you pick up a riding crop and si...

CUSTOM: You've just come in from a walk in your Hunter wellies. You're dressed casually. The only dirt on the Hunter wellies is what has got into the treads from your walk but we can't see that yet. The rest of them remains shiny.

You show off the shiny Hunters, teasing me with them because you know that I'm a Hunter wellies pervert. However, you make it clear that I will NEVER get to touch their shiny surfaces because I'm not worthy of that privilege and I must NOT be masturbating to the sight of them now as I watch the clip.

After a while you pick up a riding crop and sit with your legs extended and resting on something so that the dirty treads of the wellies are pointed towards the camera. We can see that there is some dirt in the treads from your walk.

You explain that my place in your life will be to remain chained up, naked and in chastity and kept on hand so that whenever you return from a walk in your Hunter wellies I am available to clean the treads out with my tongue and swallow the dirt. You direct my tongue with the riding crop and stress that I will NEVER be allowed to stray above the treads as I belong only under them.