The slave is bound in a hogtie position on the bench before me, an ideal stance for me to thrust my boots into his mouth. These are the boots I wear most frequently in my daily life, and their soles are filthy, as evidenced by the black footprints I’ve left on the floor. He must clean these soles until they gleam, with my dress remaining pink while I desire to see his tongue turn completely black. The slave licks well, sucks the heel, and uses plenty of saliva, risking finishing it, so I graciously assist him by spitting on the soles. Every now and then, I stop him to test his work and see if I still leave footprints on the floor, and I finally leave him only when the boots are clean enough to leave no more marks.