Featuring Divine Mistress Heather. 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 off. Finally, the slave must make himself into a comfortable seat, for his Mistress to view one of her favourite movies.
Featuring Lady Victoria Valente. Lady Valente has been wearing her incredible leather boots all day, working hard punishing slaves and working up a good foot sweat. To ensure her slave catches the full cheesy aroma of her feet, she uses a latex foot bag, plunging her feet into it and smothering her slaves face, straight from sweaty boot to face. To make sure he associates her heady aroma with sexual pleasure, she gets him to masturbate as he breathes her scent deep into his psyche, getting him more and more addicted to her with every breath.
Featuring Mistress Ursula. Mistress Ursula seduces her slave into a false sense of security by letting him kiss, lick and worship her perfect feet. These are the very feet that will soon torment, slap, and kick him into further submission as she moulds him into her perfect foot and stress toy slave.
Featuring Lady Victoria Valente. 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.
Featuring Divine Mistress Heather. 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 Italian soft leather. He also gets several shots of my spit, on to the boot first of course, for him to lap up like the good little boot slave he is.