My Boot Whore

It's not hard to turn you little boot bitches into quivering piles of mush. All it takes is the slight scent of leather in the air, that creaking sound when I walk or bend my knees (you know what I'm talking about), or the click of sharp steel heels against a cold concrete floor. I don't even have to say a thing… you're already on the ground wishing you could magically shrink down to the size of a common cockroach so I could squish you beneath my platform boots. So sad for you that's not going to happen… just because I wouldn't want to get my boot soles dirty with your remains. It's much better to have a couple well trained boot whores, like this slut, around to live under my heels and lick my soles clean. I decided to tease it relentlessly before allowing it the privilege of putting it's boot rag of a tongue on my black leather. Satisfied with it's performance, I let it polish my boots and dump a nice load of shoe shine on my right boot so it could lick it all up leaving behind a nice glossy finish. Such a lucky little boot whore.