A superb lady has her boots lickshined whilst waiting for her bus. Being an incorrigible sockieboy-slave, I can't resist the urge to enquire as to the nature of her socks, if any, inside her boots:
'Oh pray pretty mistress-madam, if you will forgive the intrusion pretty mistress-madam - please don't have me beaten madam I'm just an helpless slave at your mercy madam - but this slave was wondering as to the nature of the mistress's socks inside your boots madam, on account of him being a pathetic sockieboy-slave madam, obsessed with his customers' socks madam, if you would be so kind and indulgent towards a meaningless being at your superior feet madam, praise be unto you most glorious mistress-madam, God bless you miss?'
'Shut the f**k up, slave! I ain't talking to you! You're just a dirty slave! F***ing lick my boots and shut the f**k up!'
'Yes, mistress. I apologise mistress. Please don't beat me madam!'
I shut up and promptly resume my bootlicking until she eventually turns to leave when her bus arrives.
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| A superb lady in waiting (for the bus) has her black leather kneeboots lickshined by the public humble-head |
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| I lather the leather with my tongue |
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| She kindly switches her booted feet in front of my face so that I might taste both her magnificent boots! |
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| Given her sweet feminine kindness towards me, I can't resist enquiring after her socks! |
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| But she angrily dismisses my pathetic, sockieboy advances and orders me to resume my licking of her boots at once - in no uncertain terms! |
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| She then glowers down at me, like I am something nasty she has just stepped in! |
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| I humbly apologise to the superior lady for my inexcusable, sockslavish prurience... |
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| ...and resume my humble bootlicking! |
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| Again, she switches her booted feet in front of my face, so that both her boots may be given a good tonguing |
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| I shall just have to internally speculate as to the nature of her socks inside her boots |
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| I'm guessing plain, black anklesocks? |
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| She turns to leave me without a word when she hears her bus approaching |
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| I watch forlornly as her boots, and unseen socks, leave my face behind in the street dirt |
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| I am already a distant memory to her... |
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| ...just another, pathetic, sockieboy public-footslave, obsessed with my betters' socks... |
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| ..and yearning to know more about them! |
