New rock boots licked clean by female Slave

Description:   seven miles. that’s how far i walked today in my new rock reactor boots—seven relentless miles across pavement, dirt, and grime. by the time i stopped, the thick, heavy soles had collected the filth of the streets, embedded deep in every rugged groove. the weight of the day clung to them, but i never gave it a second thought.   and then, hunger struck. a burger was placed before me, but i had no use for it. instead, i let my boots decide its fate. one step, then another—grinding it underfoot without hesitation. the thick tread pressed down effortlessly, reducing it to nothing more than a pulped, unrecognizable mess. i couldn’t even feel it beneath me. just another thing beneath my boots, flattened like it was meant to be there.   but nothing is wasted. kneeling before me, my devoted subject understood her place. without a word, she got to work, her tongue tracing the dirt-caked grooves, lapping up every last scrap of the crushed meal—along with the day’s dust, the grit of the streets, the raw proof of where i had walked. she didn’t stop until my boots were spotless, the last trace of the burger and the filth beneath my soles taken in completely.   no crumbs left. no hesitation. just obedience.