Mistress Heather has a new candidate for servitude; however, before she accepts him into her elite stable of slaves, he must prove his worth. His ability to follow simple instructions is hampered by a generous serving of nipple torment and CBT. This is the first stage of Mistress Heather's challenging, rigorous, but ultimately rewarding slave induction program.
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather, Lady Victoria Valente
The boot slave is desperate to worship the incredible leather knee boots adorning his Mistress's feet, but they don't make it easy for him... After his balls are collared with an electrical device, the two Dommes get a great deal of entertainment from shocking their slave into spasms of agony! After the boots have been kissed and licked, he is permitted to worship their leather clad asses, but again, nothi [...]
Mistress Heather is encased in leather and waiting for you to worship. Imagine the heady aroma and sensuous touch from her leather opera gloves as she guides your mouth to taste, kiss and lick her boots from top to bottom, before planting kisses on her leather clad bottom.
It's been a long hot day and Mistress Heather has been in her stunning leather boots for the most part of it. She demands that her slave lick the dirt and grit from the soles, before he may kiss, caress and lick the sumptuous soft leather. If he does the job to Mistress Heather's satisfaction, he may be allowed to sniff and worship her feet, fragrant from the leather boots, first with stockings on, then of [...]
After the slave is given the honour of worshipping his Mistress's leather clad arse, he is instructed to masturbate over her boots. Of course, any mess he might make on them must be thoroughly licked up and that includes any spillage on the floor.
This slave had been enrolled as one of my resident boot cleaners for some time before I shot this session with him. The opportunity for him to lick them clean whilst I wore them was a treat he had been begging for, for a long time. The reward was granted and you'll see just how eager his tongue was for my leather, for the well worn creases around the booted ankle, for the scent and sound of the high quality It [...]
