Out Of His League
This magnificent master-sir is mightily impressed by his lovely girlfriend’s humiliation of me by her boots. As well he might be – for her boots and socks dominate my lowly field of vision as she has me lickshine her dirty bootleather. What a superb young woman – out of my league, it goes without saying, as all women are – but it certainly is an honour for the lowly likes of me to lickshine her boots for her in front of her alpha-male boyfriend.
Meanwhile, the master-sir jokingly comments to his ladyfriend that her dirty boots must taste vile. He’s not wrong!
As they walk away from me the happy couple continue to laugh and joke about me, and in particular about my weakness and helplessness. For my humble part I lower my head in shame in front of their boots – the boots (and socks) of my betters.