I spent the day at the shopping mall, and my sexy boots suffered the consequences. To remedy this, I ordered my slave to clean the heels with their tongue. While the gesture was appreciated, I was disappointed to find that the job was not done to my satisfaction. My anger began to boil, and I was left with no choice but to take drastic measures.
I placed my disobedient slave in a cage, where I would also store all of my boots and heels. This would ensure that they would be properly cleaned and maintained in the future. But what would become of my slave, locked away with only my footwear for company? Only time would tell.