We keep our boot cleaner in stocks, no room to move, with his head neatly secured, hands and feet away. Only his lips and tongue are of use to us, he is there to lick and polish our black leather boots. He can only see the boot parts which we stick in front of his face, our dirty leather soles and our sharp stiletto heels. There is no room for error and extra motivation will come from the painful digging of our pointy boots on his skin. Marked and made to work hard, such is the life of a true boot bitch.