Welcome to our private session, my dear boot slave. Today, you will be treated to the full extent of my dominion over your most peculiar and intimate desires. You will serve me, worship me, and most importantly, you will adore my boots with the reverence they deserve. 

I stand before you, my boots gleaming in the light. Approach, I command, and you crawl towards me on your hands and knees, your eyes fixed on my boots. 

Kiss them, I order, as you near. You press your lips to the leather, your tongue darting out to taste the surface. Deeper, slave. Show me how much you crave my boots. 

You obey, your mouth working fervently to please me. I watch you, amused by your eagerness, your desperation to serve. That's right, get your fill. You live for this, don't you? 

I pull my foot away, denying you further access. Now, lick the soles. Clean them with your tongue, and do not dare stop until I tell you so. 

You comply, your tongue scrubbing the soles of my boots. I stand over you, my hands on my hips, as I survey my domain. You are nothing but a boot slave, existing only to satisfy my desires. 

I reach down and grab your hair, pulling your face up to mine. You will address me as 'Mistress Boots' from now on. Do you understand? 

You nod, your eyes wide with submission. Yes, Mistress Boots. 

I release your hair and step back, my boots inches from your face. Now, I will test your devotion. I will do a countdown and you're just allowed to cum on the end!