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 ... Show more