Punished To Lick Heels

Just because you little shoe whores lust after my high end high heels doesn't mean you get to lick them whenever you want to. That pleasure is mine, and I insist that you earn the privilege to lap at the dirt from my soles. In this case, my heelboi will have to endure some of my sadistic whims if it wants to put that shoe rag of a tongue on my gorgeous nude patent Italian leather 6″ platform closed toe pumps. I keep it locked in my cage since it really can't control itself whenever it hears, sees or sniffs my footwear close up. It gets to come out only to suffer the end of my riding crop, leather paddle, thick belt and open hand before being allowed to belly flop on the cold concrete to lick my stiletto heels. You bois need to learn your proper place beneath my soles.