It comes to something when a public humble-head has nothing better to do on a wet and miserable, rainy night than to yearn for the company of dirty, female boots - even when those boots mock him mercilessly; and despise him; and wish him nothing but ill!
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A pretty Asian mistress approaches me through the rain |
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Her black leather boots splash through the puddles on the pavement |
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'Haha - how you liking it, slave? How you like being out here in cold and rain, kissing and licking people dirty, wet boots and shoes?... |
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...You a moron? You a foot-f***wit?... |
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...Haha, I laugh at you, bootboy!... |
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...You shine my boots, now! LICK!' |
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The mocking mistress obligingly shoves one of her booted feet towards my face and I start to lick! |
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She then switches her booted feet in front of my helpless face! |
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The boots taste vile! But then, boots always do - regardless of whether they are clean or not! |
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The bitter taste of soiled bootleather is, sadly, no stranger to my tongue! |
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'Haha, that right, slaveboy - licky, licky! Lick madam boot!' |
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In addition to lickshining her boots, I'm trying to get a closer look at this bright young woman's socks! |
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And especially those little red logos on the sides! |
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But for now, I must concentrate on tasting where she has been... |
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...and licking off all the dirt she has walked through in her Asian boots! |
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Before I can do a decent job on her boots, she turns and walks away - her girlish laughter echoing down the rainswept alleyway! |
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How superior she feels - and rightly so! |
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For she is superior to me - being a girl! |
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My muddy mouth is barely worthy to even touch her boots... |
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...let alone taste their dirt! |
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I keep my humble head appropriately low and bowed... |
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...as her superior, female boots and socks walk nonchalantly away from me! |
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Already I am yearning to spend more time with these boots and socks! |
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They may despise me, but I envy them - as they are the boots and socks of a beautiful and haughty young woman! |