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.
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