Worship My Heavy Boots

He is trapped. Trapped in a cage 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 tease him. I enjoy watching the little worm trying to reach my sole. My evil laugh is what he loves to hear and with his funny act trying to lick my boots he is amusing me. However, the task to clean and worship my boots is almost impossible for him as the steel is always in his way. But a loser will always try to reach what makes him feel even more like a useless being, a slave not even able to lick my boots.