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I absolutely adore receiving new boots. Thus, I possess boots that I acquire from my esteemed boot polishers. They provide me with boots that I refrain from using for muddy boot cleaning. These are boots designated solely for... and perhaps for the face standing. These boots, slave, from Gucci feature treads that are quite challenging to clean. I mean, it’s not really a concern for me. However, I believe it will be exceedingly difficult to maneuver your tongue between those tiny Gucci grooves. Do you see them, slave? Those little treads. It will indeed be quite a task. I might permit you to use a toothbrush. I’m not particularly fond of extra tools unless absolutely necessary, as I view you as the sole instrument I require for cleaning my boots. I genuinely wish to observe how they fare when shoveling mud onto your face. I intend to keep one of them pristine so you can understand my expectations when you lick the muddy boot clean. Oh, My folder is brimming with so many pictures of you. It serves as evidence. It is proof that you have been my boot slave all these years. Should you annoy me or choose to act cheaply or engage in any nonsense, I could easily expose you, utterly ruin you, slave. This is proof that you are mine. You must pamper me. Do I require a spa voucher? You must always, always ensure that the Princess is content.