Watch me get these boots filthy just for you. I grind the heel into mud, scrape grit across the leather, and make sure every crease and sole is ruined so you’ll have no choice but to restore them with your tongue. I relish how desperate you get watching dirt collect under my soles.
I’ll tell you exactly how I want them licked clean. Kneel, open, and obey as you scrape every speck from my boots with your mouth. The mess is my message: you exist to serve my footwear, and you’ll prove it with every devoted, obedient lick.