A year of wandering under different mistresses lies behind him, a year filled with fleeting submissions and alien commands. But here he is again, at the threshold of the one whose power over him is absolute. She has waited, and the waiting has forged something new within her, something frightening and mesmerizing at the same time. Steel glints in her eyes, a confident power emanates from her movements, and on her lips… fangs? Yes, there they are, sharp and predatory, hinting at her bestial essence, which has become even more pronounced during his absence. And here it is, the new whip in her hand – the embodiment of her authority, flexible and deadly. There is nowhere for him to run, nor does the thought even cross his mind. He is her property, forever. His place is at her feet, in complete submission. And not just at her feet, but at her Hunter boots. These rubber symbols of her dominion are his new altar. He must worship every curve, every gleam of light on them. She will sense the slightest hesitation, the faintest spark of disobedience, for she herself is obsessed with them, revels in their power, loves to play with them. Now his existence is merely a reflection of the shine of her boots and the sound of her whip. He has returned to remain in her shadow, forever captivated by her rubber boots and absolute power. (Custom video, name Michael used)