While visiting the Oubliette dungeon in England, I am granted the gift of a slave to clean My heels. Perched atop a throne and encased in tight shiny latex, I summon him to My feet. He worships these lovely, spiky stiletto heels well with his tongue, shining the patent leather until I am satisfied. He better a good job, lest I have to use the switch in My hand.

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While visiting the Oubliette dungeon in England, I am granted the gift of a slave to clean My heels. Perched atop a throne and encased in tight shiny latex, I summon him to My feet. He worships these lovely, spiky stiletto heels well with his tongue, shining the patent leather until I am satisfied. He better a good job, lest I have to use the switch in My hand.

Find more clips from Oubliette Studios HERE