Using My slave as a seat I make him lick and kiss My leather boots. Spitting all over him he gets excited but he needs to work for My spit. A swift kick to the stomach reminds him of his place. I love the sounds My boots make as they connect with his ribs.

Winding him, he sinks to the floor, I sit on him, may as well make use of his useless body. I am in control of his life today. Spitting, spanking and kicking him, he starts to shake so I give him a break by kneeling on him, he is nothing more than a carpet for Me. I am never that kind though, trampling his body, jumping on him so... Show more