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My Sessions: Flip Flop Slob
I wasn’t sure if this pig was planning on meeting a gorgeous Mistress dressed in leather, Wolford pantyhose and Italian platform stiletto heels, or if it was getting ready to haul the weekly trash to the curb. Surely no man could be that lazy and unthinking to wear such atrocious clothing to present itself at my feet. Then again, the male species never ceases to unimpress me. The coup de grace were the filthy stinky cruddy flip-flops it wore on bare feet. Who wants to see that? Hint – nobody. Especially not me! Here’s another hint – want to impress a Mistress? Try putting a little effort into how you look. I would have kicked it to the curb with my trash except it seemed to do what it was told without too much hesitation. At least it could amuse me by sniffing and licking it’s own flip flop! That mouth wasn’t going anywhere near my beautiful heels.
Such A Whiny Floor
Last time I checked, a floor isn’t supposed to make any noise, other than that of my super tall thin stiletto heels and platform soles click-clacking as I walk on it anyway. So why is this floor groaning, moaning and crying when I step on it? Oh, I know… because it’s a little whiny bitch boi that hasn’t learned how to be a proper human carpet. So what if the heels on this particular pair of boots are extra pointy and sharp? All the better to dig down deep into its flesh with. I kinda like the way it whines, though, just let’s me know how much it’s suffering for my pleasure.
Rub It Raw Shoe Humper
Some lucky little bitch was given permission to buy these gorgeous Zanotti black leather thick strap silver buckle stiletto high heel sandals for me. I love it when they beg to please me. I also love getting new shoes. Aren’t they simply stunning? My pantyhosed feet feel so good sliding into that high arch wrapped in leather straps. I can smell the Italian leather when I do. It’s been… oh… maybe three months since I allowed my filthy piggy heel whore to release, so I thought getting new heels was a good opportunity to amuse myself and humiliate it at the same time. So funny how the only sex it will ever get for the rest of its life is fucking my shoes! That’s all it craves really anyway. I don’t want any lube on my new heels so it’ll have to fuck them dry until I allow it to pump that shoe goo all over the slick leather soles. Lick it all up, heel whore, and leave them shiny for your Mistress!
By the time I’m finished with this pig, it doesn’t know what to do, think or say. Not that really needs to do anything but submit to my whims. Watch it wiggle when I brush my long nails along it’s flesh and yelp like a little crybaby when I smack its ass with my whip. Wouldn’t you know — that little worm between its legs got hard when I tickled it, but went limp when I got serious with my whip. So easy to control those little things.
This slob is lucky enough to gaze upon my gorgeous leathers and it doesn’t even seem to appreciate it! I can easily close those eye holes off so it can’t see me at all. Or I can make it turn around and smack it’s bare flabby ass with my cane until it cries from the pain. Actually, I can do whatever I want to it… it’s mine. Perhaps it forgot that fact since it’s been a while since it was under my boot heels. Never a problem for me to remind it of its proper place, of course!
Kiss My Boots Whippingboi
If this slithering slug has any hope of getting it’s filthy lips on my boot leather, it’s going to suffer as much of my whip as I desire. That should be reward enough, shouldn’t it? It’s grateful for whatever attention I give it, not that it deserves any of my attention. I just happen to like beating slimy male slugs on the floor until they screech like the little bitch worms they really are. This one got to kiss each boot toe once. I guess I was feeling generous. It’s not like it was scarred for life… yet anyway.
My Pet Punching Bag
This thing isn’t of much use for anything else at the moment so I decided it might make a good punching bag for a quick work out. I was right! Only thing is it makes way too much noise and moves around too much when I punch its flabby gut over and over. I’ll have to strap it down a little tighter next time. Maybe if I kick its balls hard enough it’ll stay still long enough to actually get a quality work out in. I swear, training these things is a lot of work!
Boot Owned Sole Licker
How does it feel to be owned by an inanimate object? Your place so far down the food chain that my thigh high boots literally have total control over your entire existence. Feels good, doesn’t it? Like you were born to be beneath the grit that clings to my boot soles. Like you’ve finally found a reason to live, right?. It’s OK… I understand all of it and will happily put you in your proper place. You can stay there as long as you’re useful and lick my filthy soles clean every day. It’s all true for this boot worm. My boots own its mind, body and soul. Lucky little slug gets to eat the dirt from my boots and smell all that black leather while I mark its flesh with my crop. When it’s done I’ll just walk around some more so it can eat again. I want my boot piggy full of boot filth!
So Whiny When I Cane It
That ass I own hadn’t taken a good beating in a while and it was looking rather drab. Nothing like the cane to liven things up a bit and make it much more pleasant to look at! The only problem is this little cry-baby whines way too much when it gets punished. Sometimes it’s amusing, but other times it just interferes with my enjoyment. Next time I might just shove a giant dildo down its throat and wrap its head in duct tape. That should make it a little less whiny while I enjoy inflicting pain.
Stop Complaining And Lick My Heels
It’s nice to relax at home with my shoe slug under heel and completely exposed to my flogger. The lucky little slut gets to support my favorite pair of black leather platform Loubie Dafs. I swear, my pets are so spoiled sometimes! These heels are nice too because they leave nice deep marks in the flesh, just to make sure my human carpet doesn’t forget what it is. Flip it over and it becomes a human welcome mat, well its tongue anyway, as it’s always very eager to lick clean whatever has stuck to my sole while I was out. This takes care of feeding it as well. It doesn’t miss many meals!