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!