Don't you love my leather? I can see you do, and your eyes are drawn to my sexy boots. You ozze for me; I make you weak. You are not man enough to kiss my boots; you're a pathetic mess. you stroke to the way my voice humiliates and degrades you. I'm sure you're having difficulty reading my words right now. It's a privilege to worship me. You're not good enough to lick the disgusting dirt and stuff stuck on my boots, worship my spit, or even look at me.