Fearless


She’s utterly fearless as she has me lickshine her boots. I am the one who’s afraid. And not without reason, for she is a fit and perfect young woman whereas I’m just a public footslave – completely and utterly at her booted mercy! Even her socks seems threatening and foreboding to me as it towers masterfully over my humble, bootlicking head.

But she’s also a kind girl, and she eventually leaves without harming me – praise be to her!













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