The pathetic slave, a lowly creature with a wretched existence, had been caught in the act of sniffing Mistress Alexandra's boots while she and Mistress Ezada enjoyed their morning coffee. As he cowered before them, his arousal betrayed by his swollen member, they both looked down at him with scorn and revulsion.

"You were given a simple task to clean our boots, yet you dare to defile them with your filth," Mistress Ezada sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. Mistress Alexandra towered over him like a queen, her gaze piercing into his soul with disappointment.

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The pathetic slave, a lowly creature with a wretched existence, had been caught in the act of sniffing Mistress Alexandra's boots while she and Mistress Ezada enjoyed their morning coffee. As he cowered before them, his arousal betrayed by his swollen member, they both looked down at him with scorn and revulsion.

"You were given a simple task to clean our boots, yet you dare to defile them with your filth," Mistress Ezada sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. Mistress Alexandra towered over him like a queen, her gaze piercing into his soul with disappointment.

The pathetic slave's face burned with humiliation as he scrambled for an excuse. But before he could utter a word, Mistress Alexandra crushed his hand under her boot, eliciting a cry of pain from him.

"We will speak to you in languages you can't understand, just to add to your shame," Mistress Ezada taunted, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "We know you are nothing but an ignorant servant, here only to obey without question."

And so they spoke in rapid Romanian and Greek, commanding him to worship their boots with his unworthy tongue, dragging him down further into his subservience. As they discussed his punishment for disobedience, they decided to use the root of his problem against him.

"His weak manhood is the source of his disobedience," Mistress Ezada declared in perfect English, tugging at the chastity device that now imprisoned his useless member. "We will keep him locked up at all times, so that he may finally serve a purpose."

"And we shall drag him around by those pitiful balls of his," added Mistress Alexandra with a cruel smirk. "For a boot bitch should never have the privilege of possessing such things."

And so they paraded him around like a toy, tugging and twisting his balls as he whimpered and licked at their boots like the pathetic boot bitch he truly was.