Intimately Acquainted
I'd like to say that I am intimately acquainted with my pretty mistress. But that's never going to happen. I'm just a slave! However, after three long years of enslavement to her, I am intimately acquainted with her BOOTS and SOCKS, since I must follow them to heel everywhere she goes! Here you see me kneeling beneath her seat on the floor of the bus with my humble, slave head in between her BOOTED and SOCKED ankles. I know every nook and cranny of those BOOTS and SOCKS - every CREASE in the brown BOOTLEATHER; every STITCH in the grey SOCKS; I am familiar with the AROMA of her BOOTS and SOCKS, and their FEEL on my forehead. I am also, sadly, intimately acquainted with her WHIP and its BITING STING ! Kneeling on the dirty floor of the bus with my humble head in between my mistress's BOOTS and SOCKS I am intimately acquainted with them... ...their SMELLS; their TEXTURES... ...their FEEL on my LIPS; and my FOREHEAD! Of course, I would much rather be intimately acquainted...