My leather boots and Lady Fabiola Fatale’s are a bit dusty from all that walking in the dungeon. Luckily we have our very own boot whore to come clean them up with his tongue. Crawling and kneeling at our divine boots to touch and lick them, he knows his duty but needs some extra motivation from our whips. He is so eager to taste that leather, he cannot hide how excited he has become.
