If this little boot-bitch has even a glimmer of hope of getting its dirt mop of a tongue close my gorgeous black leather six inch side zip knee boots, it had better learn to endure my sadistic whims. If only because I like to look at the crimson welt lines on its back flesh while its down there living its dream — to lick my footwear. It did a decent enough job at the end of my single tail I allowed it to lick, but not for long. It didn’t do that well. Perhaps a night in the cage will refocus its efforts to really pleasing me next time.
