My darlings, imagine the feel of my boots in your hands, the leather whispering against your eager touch. Cleaning them is a privilege, I know, a sacred duty. Forget about rest; it’s service, submission, and a delicious form of devotion I crave. Run your tongue across the polished surface. Tell me how much you want to serve me. The scent of leather and your lust… it’s intoxicating. What would you do if I asked you to do it twice on Sundays? Tell me your fantasy. Come closer, my eager ones; let’s talk boots and what you’d do to earn them. Check out my profile and tell me what you’d do.
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And Mommy
Don’t worry, I’ll happily clean them!
I wouldn’t want a break from such a lovely job
I’d never want a break. Maybe as a punishment
Thank you Goddess
Always a pleasure never a chore. Maybe make it twice on Sundays?