This pretty customer-mistress certainly presents a cold and frosty exterior, though I'll bet her feet and toes are nice and warm deep inside her winter socks and boots!
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| She looks haughty and standoffish even as she walks towards me... |
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| ...filled with her own sense of superiority (and rightly so!) |
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| Her haughty boots and socks stop directly in front of my cold, confined face |
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| 'Kiss my boots, boy!'... 'Yes, mistress. At once, pretty mistress madam.' |
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| I kiss BOTH her boots |
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| Her festive, red-and-white, stripy winter socks tower mightily over my humble, bootkissing head |
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| I can sense her watching me from on high |
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| 'Kiss the blue parts of my boots also, SLAVE!' |
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| 'Yes mistress. Forgive me mistress!' |
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| Once again she switches her booted feet in front of my face so that I can kiss the blue area of her right boot! |
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| She then coldly turns and walks away from me, in stony silence |
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| And again, rightly so - for she is not my friend... |
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| ...She is my master; she is better than me. |
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| Even her socks are better than me! |
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| I hang my humble head in shame behind the superior boots I have just kissed... |
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| ...and ponder what it would be like to be one of her warm, winter socks... |
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| ...absorbing her natural foot secretions deep inside her brown (and blue) leather boots! |
