I brought this useless bootlicker down into my cold Institute of Discipline because I wanted my riding boots cleaned properly.

A simple task, really. Kneel, lower your head, offer your tongue, and make my bl*ck leather riding boots shine. But of course, even that seems to be too much to expect from a sl*ve like him.

I am dressed in dark riding pants with leather patches, strict bl*ck leather riding boots with long metal spurs, bl*ck leather gloves, a wide belt, an olive high-neck blouse, cap and sunglasses. In one hand, I hold my riding crop. In the other, I keep the heavy chain wrapped around his neck - exactly where it belongs.

That chain is useful. Whenever he tries to move away, hesitate, whine, or roll out of position, I simply pull him back to my boots. His l*ttle attempts to escape my range are almost amusing. As if I would allow my cleaning tool to decide where it wants to be.

He l*cks too slowly. He misses spots. His tongue gets dirty. His work is never quite good enough — which gives me plenty of reasons to correct him. Sharp slaps, spit, crop discipline, my spurred boots pressing him down, my gloved hand pulling the chain tighter. Every mistake becomes another lesson.

I sit above him and use his mouth exactly the way I want to. His tongue is there to serve my leather. His body is there to be positioned, corrected and punished when it fails to function properly.

And when I finish my cigarette on the dirty cellar floor? Well, then my soles are dirty again. How convenient for me. How unfortunate for him.

A long, strict boot domination scene from my Institute of Discipline: riding boots, spurs, chain control, boot l*cking, humiliation, corporal discipline and the cold pleasure of making a sl*ve useful.

Full HD. German language, no subtitles.

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