My new custom-made over-the-knee leather boots from Arollo have massive treads on the soles, and My chattel's tongue has proven inadequate in cleaning them. Today I'll try a different approach, using a small toothbrush that My boy must hold in his mouth. It's actually quite amusing to see him struggle. Together with the toothbrush, in the airtravel gratuity toothcare package came a small tube of toothpaste, and I can't let that go to waste. Who needs spit or any other lube when I can use a minty cold, yet burning paste as a lube to jerk My chattel with. After ruining his orgasm several times, My boy's frozen dicklet could use the warmth of a cigarette being put out on it before I lock it back into its steel chastity prison.