Winter is here and my leather boots need a good cleaning. Who better than slave Shine to do the honors? There's a reason he earned his name. Slave Shine needs to worship my shoes and feet more than he needs air. He crawls on his hands and feet, opening that hungry mouth in hopes of tasting his Master’s boots. While I relax on the couch, he shines and shines, never even stopping to catch his breath. I use a leash on his leather collar and watch as his cock struggles against the chastity belt. I order him around, use him as a footstool and enjoy being serviced by this hungry, boot-loving slave.