Today, regular customer-mistress Ms Arabella madam merely requires a quick tongue-buffing of her already shiny, black leather boots. She still makes sure I don't miss any bits, though!
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The familiar figure of regular customer Ms Arabella strides towards me
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As she gets closer, I can see I will have some serious bootlicking to do!
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Not that her black, patent leather boots aren't already quite shiny!
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The right boot is first up to my face...
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...swiftly followed by the left!
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Tongue-buffing Ms Arabella's boots down amongst the dirt
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She watches me from on high like a hawk...
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...in between taking drags on her ubiquitous cigarette
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I can sense that she almost pities me in my lowliness!
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Almost - but not quite. She despises me more than she pities me!
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She nonchalantly takes another satisfying drag on her cigarette
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The closest I ever get to nicotine is from her exhaled breath!
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'You missed a bit, slave!'
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Inspecting my lowly work to make sure I rectify my negligence
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Eventually she turns to leave me
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No words of thanks or even acknowledgement emanate from her pretty lips
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Ms Arabella madam has better things to do than talk to slaves!
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She sees herself, quite rightly, as too superior to talk to the likes of me...
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...unless it's to command, criticise or scold me!
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I look up to Ms Arabella madam...
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...or rather, to her boots!
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I am not worthy to look at her above her boots...
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...or to even think of her above the boots!
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