Time to get on your knees where you belong and worship our perfect boots. Mine, sleek and powerful up to the knee. Miss Amy’s, sharp and commanding with their pointy ankle-length perfection. These pathetic slaves must kiss, sniff, and worship every inch of our leather, exactly as we command. No hesitation, no mistakes. Just pure, devoted submission. Who will prove themselves worthy? Who will be the best at grovelling, at adoring, at proving their place beneath us?
