On Waste Ground
A happy, handsome couple spot me, and use me, whilst they are out promenading together late at night through some waste ground – as is their perfect right! ‘Haha, look Harry! A footslave! Make him kiss your feet!’ ‘Haha, sure thing honey!... Yo, you down there, feetyboy; kiss my feet!’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’ The man’s pretty, Asian girlfriend then crouches down to verbally mock me as I kiss her manly boyfriend’s boot: ‘Haha, you like kiss real man dirty boot, slave? You like taste real man dirty bootleather? You a moron?’ With a mouth full of bootdirt I humbly acknowledge that I do indeed, pathetically, admire her boyfriend and his boots: ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress madam, this slave does indeed very much appreciate the humbling opportunity to taste the mighty master-sir’s bootleather, vile though that taste may be madam, begging your pardons and understandings most mighty master and mistress, sirs?’ The man chuckles h...