Groveling on the ground is where you belong. Thigh high leather boots are the objects of your intense lust. Though in my domain worship has to be earned. I could use you as an ottoman-objectifying you into a mere thing for use. However as a thing, I can also use you for my sadistic urges. It's been a while since I've indulged in trampling. Leaving boot heel marks on your flesh while you yearn to worship my boots is the order of the day.