Red Overknee Boot Cleaning Discipline – Remastered
I had kept him stored away exactly where such a creature belongs: locked in his cage, waiting until I had a use for him.
After coming in from outside, I decide that my red overknee boots require attention. Not from a cloth. Not from my own hands. From his tongue. I unlock the cage, pull him out by the heavy chain around his collar and put him back into service.
Of course, he fails almost immediately.
A few slaps bring him into the right state of mind. A few strokes of the crop remind him that hesitation is not part of his function. I make him crawl to my boots, press his face where I want it and guide his useless head along the leather until he understands that his mouth exists for one reason only: to clean what I place in front of it.
I sit casually on the pool table, smoking, chain in one hand, crop in the other, watching him struggle beneath me. Whenever he becomes careless, I correct him. Whenever he collapses, I pull him back. Whenever he forgets his place, my boot returns to his head.
Close-up tongue cleaning, red overknee boots, strict leash control, whipping, slaps, smoking, humiliation and cold female authority — all in My classic disciplinary style.
A sharp presentation of a slave being taken out, used, corrected and finally locked away again.