You’ve been diligently cleaning away, completing your daily tasks, and you’re now waiting on your knees by the door, counting down the minutes until I come back. Hoping to receive your reward… to clean and worship my boots. My well-worn, dirty boots, which I wear practically every day. The ones that I take thousands of steps in, the ones I travel everywhere with, the ones that collect everything I walk on. My boots are your ultimate weakness, and I love watching how desperate you are for them.