Your Tongue is My Boot Polish: A Slave's Complete Training

Description: Get on your knees, slave. i don't want to see your face, i want to see the top of your head. the only thing you are worthy of gazing upon is my boot. these boots have walked all over men like you. they've crushed dreams and stepped on egos. and now, they will be your altar.your first task is simple. i want you to take your pathetic cock out. just hold it. don't stroke. i want you to feel it get hard while you stare at the leather. imagine the scent. the power. the sheer dominance these boots represent. now, tell me out loud, 'thank you, goddess, for allowing me to worship your boots.' say it see that scuff? that's from walking all over a paypig who thought he could short me on his tribute. you're going to polish it away. with your tongue.start at the toe. i want long, slow, wet licks. pretend your tongue is a rag and my boot is the most precious thing you've ever touched. you will not stop until i say so. while you do this, i want you to start stroking your cock. slow, pathetic strokes. just enough to keep you leaking for me. the taste of my boot leather should be the only thing on your mind. is your tongue working, slave? is my boot getting shinier with your spit? stop. stop licking. stop stroking. put your hands behind your back. now, i want you to send a tribute. $50. for the privilege of cleaning my boot with your disgusting tongue. do it now.while you send my money, i want you to think about how my boot would feel pressed against your throat. how it would feel to be under my sole, completely powerless. your money is my power. your arousal is my amusement. now, you may stroke again. faster. but you will not cum. you will edge for me. get right to the edge and stop. my boot is the only thing that will grant you permission to cum. been a good little boot licker. you may cum. but you will not make a mess on my floor. you will cum all over your own chest. your stomach. your face if you can. do it. cum for your goddess. now!