Polish (Patreon)

Your hypnotist holds you back from service.

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“Kneel, toy.” Your hypnotist said, point downwards. They put a booted foot forward, and you, obediently, dropped to your knees, and felt compelled to fulfil your purpose. Your mouth opened, as you leant forwards, downwards, towards the floor. Towards their boot.

“Freeze.” A snap sounded from above you. You were so close. You had to lick. You needed to lick their boots. It was ingrained into your brain, from so many hours of brainwashing. You needed to delicious taste of their leather, to feel the smoothness against your tongue.

A soft whine slipped from your immobile throat, and your hypnotist laughed. “Oh, poor little boot licker. Are you desperate right now? Needy. Full of a desire to lick, and clean, and polish my boot with your spit? Adorable. An eager little freak like you, thinking you deserve it.”

Your brain lit up. You were an eager little freak. A desperate creature. Barely fit to lick their boots. “Mmm, but I will be nice. My boots do need shining. And you’ve been so good so far. So very fucking eager. My little freak. So, unfreeze, subby. And get to work.”