Chained to My Boots: Strict Riding Boot Discipline - Full HD
This is exactly the kind of scene I love: a cold cellar, my riding boots, a heavy chain in my gloved hand; and a useless bootlicker who keeps proving that even the simplest task is too much for him.
All he has to do is clean my boots. That is his purpose. His little tongue exists to make my leather shine. And still, he manages to disappoint me again and again.
So I correct him.
I pull him back with the chain when he tries to move away. I guide his head where I want it. I press my spurred boots against him, slap him, spit on him, whip him, laugh at him; and then send him right back to the same task.
Because that is the beauty of owning such a pathetic tool: if it does not work properly, you do not negotiate with it. You punish it until it functions....
All he has to do is clean my boots. That is his purpose. His little tongue exists to make my leather shine. And still, he manages to disappoint me again and again.
So I correct him.
I pull him back with the chain when he tries to move away. I guide his head where I want it. I press my spurred boots against him, slap him, spit on him, whip him, laugh at him; and then send him right back to the same task.
Because that is the beauty of owning such a pathetic tool: if it does not work properly, you do not negotiate with it. You punish it until it functions....
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