I love these boots. Whenever I wear them men trip over themselves, falling to their knees. You can't help it, you're drawn to it. You don't even want to fight it. You know I used your kinks and weaknesses against you, but still, you can't help yourself. You'll beg to worship them. You'll give anything just to see Me wear them. You'll cling to the hope that one dqay I'll allow you to clean them with your tongue. Without even trying, I've enslaved you. My boots have enslaved you. You belong to Me now.

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