Do you know who you are? You are my Boot boy. The one who lives and dies under My boots! I will make you worship My boots. I will make you worship My leather! You are Mine. As you are mine, so is everything that is yours. You will handle it to Goddess. I know all of your darkness, I know all of your secrets. I see them deep down in your soul. There is no hiding from me, just the relief of being accepted and embraced as you are. My slave!