A Late Night Humbling
‘How are you liking it, slave? How do you like being humbled by my boots and socks? Do you like the taste of where I’ve been walking?’
‘Oh pray pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, this slave is indeed most honoured to be tasting where you have been walking on the bottoms of your boots, for you are better than him, mistress, thanking you kindly mistress. Please don’t hurt me, maam.’
‘Ha! Ha! What a wimp! You’re stupid, slave! See how my even my socks tower over your stupid head!’
‘Yes indeed, pretty mistress. This slave is stupid, and I look up to your socks, madam, for they too are my betters, miss, if you would be so kind and understanding, thanking you kindly, miss?’
‘Ha! Ha! What a moron! Stay here and rot, slave! I’m off home for a hot bath. My feet are all sweaty and stinking inside these boots!’
‘Oh pray, pretty mistress! Enjoy your bath, madam, and pray grant me the honour of mouthwashing your dirty socks on the morrow, miss, if you would be so kind, miss? Your socks are my life, mistress!’