Misstiff – Loser Humiliation

Kicking off my heels, I’ve left a smoking mess on my thigh-high boot’s toe. A filthy habit, I know, but that’s where you come in, my little worm. You’re to clean them, meticulously, until they sparkle like new. Kneel, lick, taste that tobacco remnant on your tongue. Revel in your servitude, express your gratitude, and, of course, show your appreciation for my divine presence.