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I gave you a very specific set of instructions. You were to clean and polish all of my boots. All of them. You had one job. Yet, when I look at my perfectly organized boots, they're covered in smudges! What did you do, dream you cleaned all of my boots? You said you had completed the tasks set before you. I beg to differ. These boots would look better if I had run them through a car wash!
No, you don't get a do over. You get to sit there at the foot of my throne while I put my dirty boots in your undeserving face. You don't get to worship my perfect soles. You don't get to lick my heels. That honor is meant for slaves that do their jobs properly. Just sit on your knees with your cock locked.
Only good slaves get to worship my perfect feet.
