“You are nothing but a boot cleaner. Do you understand?”

I am wearing my beautifully shined thigh-high PVC boots, perfectly laced all the way up. Slave T has an opportunity to worship them, but he must beg for the privilege. On his knees before me, his pathetic attempts at pleading are laughable. He must prove to me that he is worthy to worship my boots, and I remind him that they have been well worn around the dungeon and that they will be very dirty. He attempts to beg and plead again, but it is cut short as he prematurely puts his tongue out to try and reach my boot hovering clo... Show more