nyc sub male bootslave

"You did a good job cleaning my floors. I can really tell you spent hours on your hands and knees, scrubbing and polishing, until they were immaculate.

Now, clean them again.

Why? Because I said so.

Also, when I return this evening with my date, I want you lying face-down by the door, so that we can wipe our feet on you. Is that a simple enough instruction for you to understand?

"I've starved you for three days now, so you would think you'd show a little more gratitude now that I'm finally letting you eat.

Now, I want every single speck of mud and horse shit licked off of my boots immediately, or next time I'll starve you for a week.

It was time once again to play guess the boot length.

Madam Kahina was understanding of your pig shit intellect, but even you must’ve known that those boots would rise far beyond the hem of her spectacular leather skirt.

Your prize? To have your worthless genitals trampled over.