'Ewwww...you're, like, totally disgusting, or somefing? Like, licking my dirty boots, and that? Gross!'
'Yes, mistress. Indeed, mistress. I do apologise, pretty mistress-madam. I'm just a dirty pig, miss, begging your female pardon, miss?'
'Now lick the other one, dirty pig!'
'Yes, miss.'
|  | 
| 'Ewwww...you're, like, totally disgusting, or somefing?...Gross!' | 
|  | 
| 'Now lick the other one, dirty pig!' | 
|  | 
| I obey the pretty mistress as she continues to scowl contemptuously down at me... | 
|  | 
| ...like I'm something she stepped in! | 
|  | 
| I am acutely aware, from my lowly bootlicking position, of her superb socks towering over my humble head... | 
|  | 
| ...the socks of a scowling goddess! | 
|  | 
| Thick, black, knee-length bootsocks... | 
|  | 
| ...inside her shiny, black leather, calf-length boots | 
|  | 
| The one pathetic advantage from my lowly and ignominious position... | 
|  | 
| ...is that I get a very close-up and intimate view of the thick weave in her sock... | 
|  | 
| ...as my tongue eventually reaches the top of her boot | 
|  | 
| Not that she is in the least bit impressed by my slavish, sock admiration! |