Transcription: So you think you are worthy to worship at my feet, do you? Very well then, shoeshine boy. Crouch before me. I rest my left boot on your thigh. If you fail me, I'll press the pointy, pointy heel into your leg. It's not called a stiletto for nothing. Now bury your nose against my right boot. Yes. Smell the leather. Such a heady smell. scent leather has. Smells like cunt, it's luscious, isn't it? Wait. Oh, wait! There appears to be a speck of dust on my boot. Lick it off with your eager pink tongue. Yes, you begin to laugh at the toe of my boot. Better than cream, isn't it? You're cleaning that l ...
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