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You kneel before me, hands behind your back, head bowed, my gleaming 6-inch boots positioned directly in front of your face. The scent of fresh latex, sweat, and my cologne fills your nostrils—and you know you're about to learn what a true boot whore can do.

"Open your mouth, you little lick-cunt," I say coldly, pressing the heel of my boot against your lips. You obediently open it, sticking out your tongue, and I slowly shove the pointed boot down your throat. You gag immediately, saliva runs down your chin, your eyes water, but I hold you tight and push deeper.

"Deeper, slut. Today you're going to learn how to suck a boot like a cock. No hesitation, no teeth, just your wet whore's mouth, ready to take anything."

I pull out, let you gasp, then the other boot comes – now I'll rhythmically fuck your mouth with the heel, in and out, while you drool and moan. Your little cock is already dripping, but you're not allowed to touch it – this is your training, not your pleasure.

"Look at me while you suck, you filthy boot whore. Show me how much you love sucking my heels."

"Now lick the sole clean—every speck of dirt, every speck of dust. Show me you're a worthy boot whore."

You lick desperately, tongue flat against the dirty sole, tasting dirt, street dust, my sweat—and I laugh softly because your cock twitches without your permission.

"Good little whore. Next lesson: I'll shove the heel down your throat until you come—just from the gagging and the taste of my boots. And woe betide you if you ejaculate without permission."

You're officially in my boot whore training program now.

And you'll never stop learning.

he day in the rubber gulag was tough. Your rubber slave pig spent hours breaking stones, dragging chains, chafing her ass raw and sweating until the heavy rubber
clung to her like a second skin – wet, stinking, glistening with sweat and humi***
Now the sow is being led back to her cell. The guard yanks her by the chain, her bare feet dragging on the cold concrete. She's stuffed into the sauna sack—a thick, 
impermeable rubber bag that immediately clings to her entire body, tight, hot, .suff*** The zipper is zipped, the air pumped out until the sack kisses her skin and every 
breath becomes agony.

Then the gas mask—heavy, with a thick breathing tube that only allows controlled oxygen to pass through. The tube is connected… and suddenly the first gush of warm, 
salty urine comes. It runs through the tube directly into the mask, into her mouth, down her throat—the sow swallows, gags, trembles, as the urine fills her from the inside and 
the sack tightens ever more.
 
She's completely restrained: arms strapped to her body, legs bound together, bag sealed, mask locked. No escape. No light. Only heat, the smell of rubber, the bitter taste 
of piss, and the knowledge: tomorrow at 5 a.m. it's back out again—breaking rocks until her bones scream.

Good night, my little rubber pig… Sweet dreams about your next hard day in the Gulag. You belong here. Forever.

First, on all fours, I spanked his fat, trembling ass bright red until his cheeks were burning and his asshole was twitching with shame.

Then I shoved in the fuck machine- fucked hard for 12 minutes, deep, fast, without mercy, until he was drooling, whimpering, and his ass was gaping open like a door.

But his pathetic little dick? Not a drop! Just blue balls, trembling legs, and a wailing loser who couldn't even cum.

What a pathetic, lazy asshole.

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