LadyNataly

Come and serve your goddess with everything you have. Lick the dirt off the soles of my boots. Only when I am satisfied may you stop. I decide what you do, I decide what you eat, what you drink, how much pain you must endure. You thank me for it, that is your destiny. So serve me...

Are you lying there again, waiting longingly for your mistress? Do you want to serve me? Then get started and lick my boots clean; with my spit, it’ll be a pleasure for you, you boot slave. For my amusement, I’ll place my heels on your nipples and enjoy it all the more the louder you whine. Just look how deep the heels are in your nipples. Lovely. Right, carry on now, the other one – are you struggling? What’s the view like from under my soles? A treat for you. Are you finally done? Then get lost, you loser.

Come on, you boot slave, you’ve got a job to do. You’re on the right track there; I want my soles cleaned of dirt. Stick out your tongue and get on with it. To give you a bit more motivation, I’ll put the nipple clamps on you. Pain has always worked for you, and you’re supposed to have a bit of fun too. Right, now get on with it – shove the tips deep into your slave mouth. Well, are the soles clean? Then get lost, you loser.

Just look at my divine red boots. How much you’d love to lick them – look, you’re already getting all restless. But it’s not that simple; I want to see how much pain you can take. Your nipples are going to have to do the talking. I’ll tighten the clamp right up, and now go on. Can you take it? And now I’ll rip the clamp off – lovely. Come on, suck my heels; we’ve practised that, haven’t we? Well, you’re still a loser. Come on, get lost.

I’m sitting at the table, my high heels are dirty. What’s to be done, eh, slave? Get under the table this instant and put your tongue to work. I want my soles to shine, so make an effort. I want the heels licked right up to the top. I hope you can manage it, otherwise there’ll be a punishment, you loser.

Being allowed to touch my boots with your slave’s tongue turns you on to the max. That’s all you’re good for; you’ll never amount to anything else. I’ll let you clean the soles of my boots with your worthless tongue. My mercy knows no bounds again today. Now work hard so I don’t have to punish you. Although I’d quite like to. Because I mean you so well, you’re also allowed to lick my spit off the boot. Paradise for you, isn’t it?

Does this little dog want to serve his mistress? Well, bark for me first. Down on the floor and greet your mistress first. That’s the way to do it. Let’s see how much pain you can take, you loser – your nipples are having a lovely time under my heels. Right, now lick the soles clean – and don’t forget the heel. Come on, I’ll take you for a bit of a walk, you mutt. Now you can get lost and go back to your cage.

Every slave dog dreams of being allowed to serve his mistress. You’re lying at my feet, where you belong; I’ll show you the way. If my high heels aren’t divine, then prove it to me and kiss my feet. The soles must be clean too, so sort it out. You loser.

What is your slave mouth for? To dispose of my rotten food, seasoned with my spit; you may lick it off your goddess’s boot sole. It already smells awful; now get it into your mouth and swallow, but chew it well first. A treat for you, isn’t it? Thank your mistress for her generosity.

Discipline and obedience must be second nature to a slave. That’s why we’re practising that today: you’ll be my dog and I’ll train you. If I’m pleased with you, you’ll be allowed to kiss my feet and lick my bare soles. So, do your best.

You boot slave, you are allowed to serve your mistress in a special way today. You’re already in the right position. Lick the soles of my boots clean. You may also serve as your mistress’s ashtray. See, that way you can make yourself even more useful. Come on, lick the ash off the soles and look forward to the finale. Thank me, you slave, for allowing you to serve me.

Your slave tongue needs to get to work today. Just look at my filthy soles – this can’t go on. You’re in the right spot under the table, so get on with it. Otherwise I’ll have to punish you. Let’s see how much pain you can take – my heels are divine, after all. You’re such a crybaby. Are you finally done? Then get lost, you loser.

Me and my divine boots – aren’t they gorgeous? You’re sitting just right, you boot slave. I’m going to test just how much pain your nipples can take. The clamps are sitting nicely on your nipples, now just the heels to go, lovely. But the soles need cleaning too, come on, make an effort, you loser. You’ll get my spit in your face to help you along. Right then, you’ve got everything you need. Your tongue and my spit. Am I not gracious?

You street mutt, do you want to serve your mistress? Well then, let’s get on with it... Down you go, as you should. Now bark for me; you’re allowed to lick my dirty soles. Because you don’t listen, you mutt, you’re going to be punished. Let’s see how much pain you can take, you whining rag. When you’re done, get back to your doghouse. You loser.

My old, filthy ballerina flats. Just look at what you’ve got to lick – six months’ worth of grime. Is your little slave cock twitching? Come on, lick it properly – I don’t want to see a trace of that filth left. You’re good for nothing else, you loser. Are you done? Then get lost.

Once again, you can’t wait to lick your mistress’s soles. Come on, do it nice and slowly, so you can feel the grime on your tongue. You love it, and your little slave cock is getting all wet. You’re such a pathetic loser – come on, get on with it, you loser.

Your head makes a great footstool for me – see, it works. And you get to suck my soles and heels. Well, you like that, don’t you, you shoe slave? Is your little cock twitching? It’s just hot air coming out of you anyway, you loser.

Your worthless, fat hands, you slave. Come on, hold them out and enjoy it when your mistress walks all over them. Thank me for the attention and the pain. I’ve had my fun. You’re a loser.

I love it when the soles of my feet are nice and clean. Who’s responsible for that? That’s right, you. Do you love the taste of dirt? See, so stick out your tongue and get on with it. I don’t want to have to say it again. Let that street grime melt on your tongue before you swallow it. I can see you’re enjoying it and it turns you on. You’re a loser, come on, carry on.

Just look at my divine white high heels. You can’t wait to clean the soles with your tongue. You’re already getting restless and your little cock is getting wet. Come on then, you can get started. Do it properly, or there’ll be consequences. You loser