I no longer allow my little shoe-boi to refer to that thing in its mouth as a tongue. It is now simply called my boot wipe. Funny how my boot wipe sticks out n wags hungrily whenever I walk into a room with my 12 inch high heel black leather platform thigh high boots clicking on the hard floor. I know it's so eager to fulfill its sole purpose in life – licking the dirt from my boot soles and polishing my fetish footwear. I don't even allow it to see very much anymore. It just lives leashed beneath my heels hearing that clicking sound n tasting what it craves the most – my shoes and boots. I do love a well trained boot wipe!