Worship My Heavy Boots

He is trapped. Trapped in a cell he cant escape. In front my sexy boots. Ready to clean them he is pressing histongue against the steel. Not able to reach my boots. I taunt him. I love watching the little worm attempting to reach my foot. My evil laugh is what he loves to hear and with his funny act attempting to slurp my boots he is amusing me. However, the task to clean and adore my boots is almost unlikely for him as the steel is always in his way. But a loser will always attempt to reach what makes him feel even more like a worthless being, a slave not even able to eat my boots.