Boot Starer
This elderly slave-lackey must kneel on the dirty ground and stare at his mistress’s boot whilst she relaxes at the street-pavement café. His nose and chin must rest respectfully on the outer surface of her boot in a gesture of humility and submission, and at the same time he must have regard to her superb sock as it towers mightily over his humble head. He must ponder how even her sock is better than him, and dream about nosing it and sniffing it. But he may not actually nose his mistress’s sock, nor kiss her boot, without her explicit permission in the form of a female command – and, as yet, no such commandment has been forthcoming.
And so he continues to merely stare at boot, albeit whilst simultaneously breathing in its marvellously musty aroma through his unworthy, servile nose.
