Greatest Honour

There can surely be no greater honour for the likes of me - a mere, two-a-penny, public humble head - than to kiss the precious boots of a beautiful and superior, young woman like those of regular customer-mistress Ms Arabella madam, and then to discreetly and respectfully watch those same fabulous boots casually walking away from me after I have paid homage to them with my lowly lips.

Oh to be her personal bootslave, and to follow those boots on my hands and knees wheresoever they go!














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