Kneeling before his leather-clad goddess, the slave's eyes are riveted to her towering boots. She slowly traces her whip along his back, signaling her intent. He shudders as she steps onto his back, her boots sinking into his flesh. She walks him around the room, his body her personal rug, before commands him to lie down. Standing over him, she brings her boots to his face, ordering him to lick, to kiss, to serve. He complies, his tongue tracing the intricate patterns on the leather, until she's satisfied, until he's marked by her boots.