Company Of Female Boots

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!

A pretty Asian mistress approaches me through the rain

Her black leather boots splash through the puddles on the pavement

'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?...

...You a moron? You a foot-f***wit?...

...Haha, I laugh at you, bootboy!...

...You shine my boots, now! LICK!'

The mocking mistress obligingly shoves one of her booted feet towards my face and I start to lick!

She then switches her booted feet in front of my helpless face!

The boots taste vile! But then, boots always do - regardless of whether they are clean or not!

The bitter taste of soiled bootleather is, sadly, no stranger to my tongue!

'Haha, that right, slaveboy - licky, licky! Lick madam boot!'

In addition to lickshining her boots, I'm trying to get a closer look at this bright young woman's socks!

And especially those little red logos on the sides!

But for now, I must concentrate on tasting where she has been...

...and licking off all the dirt she has walked through in her Asian boots!

Before I can do a decent job on her boots, she turns and walks away - her girlish laughter echoing down the rainswept alleyway!

How superior she feels - and rightly so!

For she is superior to me - being a girl!

My muddy mouth is barely worthy to even touch her boots...

...let alone taste their dirt!

I keep my humble head appropriately low and bowed...

...as her superior, female boots and socks walk nonchalantly away from me!

Already I am yearning to spend more time with these boots and socks!

They may despise me, but I envy them - as they are the boots and socks of a beautiful and haughty young woman!



 


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