There’s a new bitch in town. I’m referring to the slave bitch that I have captured and abused with my riding crop. This sad excuse for a tough guy submits to a true Bitch Goddess and learns his place in this world, as an insect squashed on the bottom of my high-heeled leather boots. With every smack of my whip he whimpers and cries out like the little bitch he really is. Begging me to stop, groveling at my feet. I command him to worship my hot and sweaty feet right out of my boots. I slowly unzip the tight leather binding my strong calves and shove my smooth soles in his face, squeezing his nose so he can really smell the leathery aroma between my toes.