You break

"Ok, ok!" you say meagerly.

"Ok, WHAT?" She says amused.

"Please, please let me lick your boots! You obviously saw me glaring at them earlier, and you knew!" Your voice is ****.

"Knew what?" She interrupted loudly, and looked down as her nostrils flared.

"That I like boots. That I'm weak! Please, don't hurt me. I will lick them, I will do anything!" You say looking up and seeing her smiling.

"Looks like I trapped the perfect ****!" She gloats and inches the boot towards your face. You stick your tongue out reaching, and she teases you. Finally she moves it closer and your tongue tastes the grit on her boot. You lap hungrily at her dirt soiled boot.

"Welcome to your new life, ****!" Her voice calls as you continue to lap.

"Oh, And I lied!" She pulls her boot away.

"You're going to eat dogfood every day, and the ironic part is you will beg for it." Her stern voice echoed in your ears, and the toe of her boot enters your mouth gagging you.

"Any Objections?" She taunted you with her boot filling your mouth. Any words are garbled. She pulls her boot out of your mouth, and walks over to the wall. You watch her pick up a rubber hood. She approaches and stretches it over your head. A small padlock locks it on. Another padlock locks the zipper for your mouth. She unlatches the chain from the throne, and pushes your head down.

"Such a pathetic creature!" Doe Laughs.

"What will I do with you?" She ponders and the front doorbell rings.