
Boot Worship & JOI - Mistress Maura Void - HOUSE OF VOID
Boot worship JOI.
You do not get to touch them.
You do not get to smell them.
You only get to stare and stroke exactly as I tell you.
Tongue out. Flat. Wide.
Licking the air, the screen, whatever you can reach while your hand matches the pace of a desperate tongue on My lacquer and soles.
Heel. Arch. Ankle.
Slow. Then faster. Then stop.
You leak for the taste you will never get tonight.
No finishing unless I decide otherwise.
This is as close as you come to My boots.
Next time I might let you closer.
Or I might not.
