Slave G lies helplessly on the floor; with his head buried in my recently worn high heel platform sandals he is oblivious to his upcoming torments. I mount him, the feel of my strap-on cock pressing into his ass cheeks gives away my intentions for him today... If he wants the privilege of licking the sweat drenched sandals I am wearing he will accept a relentless shafting from behind.

I undo the buckles on my shoes and slip them off right in front of his eyes, I make him look at the pools of sweat that my perfect size 3 feet have formed on the soles – naturally he begins salivating...

Slave G lies helplessly on the floor; with his head buried in my recently worn high heel platform sandals he is oblivious to his upcoming torments. I mount him, the feel of my strap-on cock pressing into his ass cheeks gives away my intentions for him today... If he wants the privilege of licking the sweat drenched sandals I am wearing he will accept a relentless shafting from behind.

I undo the buckles on my shoes and slip them off right in front of his eyes, I make him look at the pools of sweat that my perfect size 3 feet have formed on the soles – naturally he begins salivating.

Slave G begins begging for permission to worship my gorgeous leather shoes, I make him wait until I am ready to slip my cock into his eager hole and then permit him to greedily worship my heels as I sodomise his hungry fuck holes.

Straddled and shafted, I ensure that G takes my strap-on cock as deeply as I desire. I ride it into him, impaling him as I thrust in and out of him. As his moans get louder I remind him that his place is to worship my shoes, not to complain about the relentless pounding I am inflicting upon him. As he returns to eagerly adoring my heels I remind my slave that he is to be used for my pleasure entirely, he is an object for my enjoyment and if he wants to enjoy any sort of pleasure of his own, he will first satisfy my desires.