On your knees. Face down. Tongue out. Being my Boot Bitch would be ever such an honor for a pathetic beta creature such as you. You can't get enough of worshiping my leather boots and no matter how humiliating this gets - you'll beg me for more.

Be it when I'm slapping you in the face with the long, over-the-knee leather middle of my boots or I'm cramming as much of my booted toes in your mouth - you'll clean my boots with salivating earnest as my boot licker.

These boots are tall, long and unforgiving and I want every lace rivet licked, every inch cleaned and you will do ...

On your knees. Face down. Tongue out. Being my Boot Bitch would be ever such an honor for a pathetic beta creature such as you. You can't get enough of worshiping my leather boots and no matter how humiliating this gets - you'll beg me for more.

Be it when I'm slapping you in the face with the long, over-the-knee leather middle of my boots or I'm cramming as much of my booted toes in your mouth - you'll clean my boots with salivating earnest as my boot licker.

These boots are tall, long and unforgiving and I want every lace rivet licked, every inch cleaned and you will do them inside AND out. Oh yes bitch! You get to lap up my leather sweat juices from the inside too.

That mouth of yours is mine to use. Now... assume the position.