Having failed to worship my Hunter boots to my satisfaction, and instead getting over excited and making further mess all over them, my boot slave will now be punished by the same wellies he disappointingly failed to shine with his tongue.

I rest one wellie boot on his chest, showing him the dirt that will be trampled on him. I stand on his chest with both feet, boots pressing into his flesh leaving marks from my soles already. My slave groans as I step up onto him again, my full weight on his chest. He tenses his skinny body in an attempt to cope with the weight applied to him. I ...

Having failed to worship my Hunter boots to my satisfaction, and instead getting over excited and making further mess all over them, my boot slave will now be punished by the same wellies he disappointingly failed to shine with his tongue.

I rest one wellie boot on his chest, showing him the dirt that will be trampled on him. I stand on his chest with both feet, boots pressing into his flesh leaving marks from my soles already. My slave groans as I step up onto him again, my full weight on his chest. He tenses his skinny body in an attempt to cope with the weight applied to him. I move in between his legs and press hard on his balls with my booted foot, squeezing his balls against the red rubber of my wellie boot. I order my slave to turn onto his front, and I step onto his back with both boots. The sound of the wellie rubber slaps against his skin with every stomp.

I instruct my slave to turn his head to the side, and I press my muddy boot onto the side of it. He whines in discomfort but he will take this suffering from me! I press my wellie boot harder onto his head, and rock his head side to side with my boot. My slave tries to protect his head with his hand, so I order him to move his hand to the floor and kiss my wellie boots as I grind his outstretched fingers into the floor. I return to trampling his back, stepping all over his skin and watching his body squirm beneath me. While hanging on to the suspension rig above me, I balance myself fully on his back, spreading my booted feet totally and dominating him. He shouts out in pain as his back turns to the same shade as my Hunter boots.

I press my wellie into my slaves cock and balls, observing the tiny bit of cock squeezed out and exposed at the side of my boot. He flails his arms and continues to groan out in pain, begging for me to stop his suffering. I grind my boot harder onto his cock and balls, and when I lift my foot the imprint of my sole is left on his flesh like a painting. My slave assures me that he will never make this mistake again, so I instruct him to get to his knees and clean my boots to ensure he has learnt his lesson. He begins to dutifully lick the soles of my wellies, however I do not believe he is doing a good enough job even still! I tell him to get back on the floor for a final trampling, and stand on his chest with both feet while laughing at his pathetic attempts of cleaning my boots!

I focus my attention on trampling his cock for the last of this punishment as he rolls around the floor begging for forgiveness. I order my slave to get back onto his knees and finish the job of cleaning my boots with his tongue, and this time I would hope he concentrates on my shiny rubber boots and not his cock...