The far end of the long chain is attached to a massive ring in the wall, the other end to your stainless steel collar. Which is a bit confusing, really. Because when Lady B. invited you to join the party, you jumped up and down of happiness like a flea with an itch. You honestly thought you were somebody, didn’t you. Wrong! The only reason why you’re here is because Mistress needed a boot cleaner. And voila, that’s you. A chained brush. Not somebody, just something. Still, is there anything more beautiful in this world than licking the boots of a Mistress? Going over them with your tongue, submitting your soul to them. Feeling them, smelling them; it’s heaven on heels. Buying a pair of boots yourself and slobbering all over them isn’t quite the same, is it. They need to be occupied, otherwise they’re just boots. So treasure each and every second of the party, dear boy, because this a booty dream come true.