Miss Tiffany

Hey boot b*tch. That's right, that's you, you know that. I'll bet you just can't keep your eyes off of my sexy boots, can you? You are f*cking obsessed. And why wouldn't you be? Look at these boots, they're so sexy. I know you want to worship them and l*ck them. You'd love to be underneath my boots where you belong. And you know that's your place, you feel it, beneath me.

You're probably just a normal guy with a boot fetish, a normal guy with a normal life, with a normal wife who won't wear sexy boots for you. And even if she did, she wouldn't look like me. You're so pathetic for me. You'd trade in your 'normal' life, just to be under my boots, wouldn't you? You'd trade in your l*ttle boring life and your l*ttle boring wife, just to worship my boots. I'll bet you dream about that, trading it all in to be treated like the l*ttle boot b*tch that you are. To be able to suck on the heels of my boots as you look up at me. You want that so badly.

I know you're j*rking off to me in my sexy boots while your wife is away or in the next room. Wow you really are so pathetic for me. You'd risk it all, just to j*rk to my boots. I'll bet she's wondering why you never try to have s*x with her anymore. All your c*m goes to me now, you have nothing left for her. She doesn't know, does she? She doesn't know that you are absolutely in love with my boots. This l*ttle bit of time that you spend worshiping my boots is more important to you than she is.

The life your living is fake, it's not what you want to be doing. You crave to be under my boots. You need to be worshiping them, sucking on the heel and l*cking the soles. That's the kind of life you need. You should just leave her now. You should just confess to her how obsessed you are with me and my boots. You know that watching me in my boots will get you hotter than any woman ever could. I am going to c*mpletely control your life and you want that. You wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now, would you?

This l*ttle fake life you're living is going to come to an end. You're obsession isn't going away, if anything I'd say it's getting worse. My boots will eat away at your mind until you can't take it anymore. You'll be taking more and more time away from your l*ttle family just to satisfy your urges.

My Boots Are More Important To You Than She Is