Matriarch Ezada Sinn shows you your place beneath Her boots in Virtual Reality

Description: Eyes down. you’re not permitted to look at me, your can only look at my boots, until i give the command.that’s your natural place, isn’t it? down there. on your knees. looking up at me, sitting regally on my throne, a living goddess.i know you dream of touching my leather dress, maybe sniffing my panties, but none of that is for you. you don’t deserve that. the only thing your disgusting little mouth gets is my boots. not the leather. not the scent. just the tread, the part that touches the dirt on the ground.and yet, you’re aroused. i can see the twitch of your inadequate little cock. you love knowing you’re nothing, that you belong here, beneath me. but before you earn the right to even lick my sole, your filthy mouth must be cleansed. open it and i will clean it with my divine spit.now, start with my heel. suck it. take it deep into your mouth. worship every inch of it with desperation. pathetic. no wonder you’ll never know the pleasure of satisfying a woman. no, you don’t get to touch my boots today. not even a kiss. you may only worship the air around them. you are that low. you should be grateful i even let you kneel near my boots. in time, you may get to worship the ground they walk on, but not yet. i see this makes you even hornier, because you know your purpose is to worship, to serve, to pay. maybe, if you bring me a new pair of boots, i will allow you to worship their soles. but don’t expect it. i make the rules.