A pretty customer-mistress approaches me on a cold and frosty evening in calf-length boots. She looks fabulous! I'm guessing she will be wearing thick socks inside her boots on a night like this, but I shan't get to see them. All she requires is a lick and a shine of her aforementioned boots!
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| She looks fabulous in her calf-length boots as she approaches my face. But she is NOT my friend! |
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| And nor are her boots! |
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| The boots stop in front of me and curtly order me to tongue-polish them |
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| I waste no time in putting inferior, maleslave tongue to superior, female bootleather |
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| The boots smell, and taste, somewhat musty, and are made out of some sort of soft, synthetic material |
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| I can feel her socked toes underneath |
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| I admire the decorative embroidery on the boots. Unlike my face, they are things of beauty! |
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| Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the boots looks down on me with a mixture of female pity and contempt |
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| She is contemptuous of me because I'm just a slave at her feet and at her mercy. |
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| And she 'pities' me because if I don't shine her boots to her female satisfaction she can have me sorely WHIPPED! |
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| She kindly helps me to avoid such a whipping by affording my tongue equal access to BOTH her calf-length boots |
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| Then she silently turns to leave me |
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| And rightly so, for slaves are meant to be used and then abandoned by their betters! |
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| Besides, she has much better things to do with her precious, female time than hang out with the likes of me - a lowly, public footservant |
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| I hang my head in shame at my uselessness and worthlessness behind her booted calves |
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| I deserve to be WHIPPED, even if the kindly mistress is seemingly satisfied with my tongue's efforts on her synthetic boots! |
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| I deserve to be WHIPPED just for being in this bright young woman's superior, female presence! |
