Your boot Bitch is so eager to be of service! Of course, like all good objects she's tucked away until he's needed....and today you have decided she can be of use. You open the closet door to see her stir awake, the light dazzling her after spending so long in the dark. She is dressed in a blue velvet bra, a thin blue thong. Her legs are bound so she must balance on her knees, and her wrists are shackled by her slave cuffs - attached to the overhead coat pole. She is nicely stored away where she should be. You look her up and down, tracing her body with the riding crop before you unbind her hands. She crawls awkwardly after you, encouraged by the slaps from the crop, and begins eagerly to work on your dirty leather boots. She licks and kisses, ass high in the air...though she has no choice because of the way her thighs are tied. You smack her with the crop, fondle her tits, and turn your boot this way and that as she drags her tongue over every inch of your boot. Your object has purpose and is eager to please.