high shiny boots make you tick, and i know that. you can't resist their allure, the way they gleam in the light, catching your eye and drawing you in. you find yourself staring, lost in their beauty, imagining what it would be like to touch them, to feel their smooth surface against your skin.but it's not enough to just look at them, is it? you want to worship them, to show your devotion and adoration for mestay on your knees for goddess, no matter how much it hurts, and i'll grant you the supreme pleasure of worshipping my black leather heels and because i need to go out and they need to be cleaned!