On a snowy street, outside a bar, the public humble-head must lickshine, or kiss-respect, the snowy boots of esteemed smokers as they enjoy a cigarette before heading back into the nice, warm pub!
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| A young lady has a lick and a shine of her snowy boots whilst a master-sir checks out his phone |
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| The slave's face and tongue must surely be bitterly cold, being permanently stuck outside the wall of the pub? |
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| Yet still he dutifully licks the young woman's frosty boot |
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| The mere sight of her socks gives him a warm glow inside |
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| He's queer like that! |
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| He knows, of course, that after the young lady has finished with him, the young man will step up to his confined face! |
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| So he 'enjoys' the taste of female bootleather whilst he can! |
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| All too soon, the female boots head back towards the warmth of the pub |
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| And, sure enough, female boots are swiftly replaced by male boots on his menial mouth |
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| Only, this time, he is ordered to kiss-respect the boots! |
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| The master-sir, it seems, merely wishes to 'lord it over' the lowly slave! |
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| He has no need of a lick and a shine. His manly boots are largely free from snow! How the slave wishes he could follow the young woman's boots and socks into the pub! |
