Bow before My boots you worship. you are in your element when you give up everything to be nothing more then My boot slave. Beg and grovel lower, boot bitch. you belong beneath My soles and if you’re lucky I’ll let you taste them! Stick out your tongue and lick My shiny boots spotless. It pleases Me seeing you get weaker and weaker as you crave to feel My hard boot sole against your face. Kiss My sole as you thank Me for the privilege. From now on you’ll be used to keep all My boots clean and spotless, just another lowly boot pet.
