Kiss My Wife's Boots, Boy!

'Kiss my wife's boots, boy! And kiss them good, or you'll have my WHIP to answer to! You hear me, boy?'

The master-sir sounds very belligerent, so I must curry favour with him and his wife:

'Oh pray, master sir! Mercy, sir! Please don't whip me, sir! I will be a good slave to your beautiful wife's boots, sir!'

'See that you are, boy! Show her the respect she deserves from a slave! I really wanna hear your lips on her bootleather!... And DON'T look up at my wife's tights, boy!'

'Yes, master sir. I mean, no master sir! God bless you, master-sir. I obey you, sir!'

Such is the life of a lowly and helpless, public humble-head slave - at the mercy of all who pass by, and especially those who stop for a kiss-respecting or a lickshining of their superior footwear!

'Kiss my wife's boots, boy! And kiss them good, or you'll have my WHIP to answer to! You hear me, boy?'

'...Show her the respect she deserves from a slave! I really wanna hear your lips on her bootleather!'

Desperately kiss-respecting the pretty mistress's musty-smelling (and tasting) black leather boots!

I admire the creases in the well-worn leather of her boots

She kindly switches her booted feet in front of my face

I MUST be pleasing to these boots, or they shall have me whipped!

... And DON'T look up at my wife's tights, boy!'

'Yes, master sir. I mean, no master sir! God bless you, master-sir. I obey you, sir!'

Desperately kissing female boots down amongst the dirt and the weeds...

...with the angry master-sir's shoes looking on!

The shoes of a real man; of a mighty man!

Meanwhile, my own face is that of a timid weakling - fearfully kissing the boots of a mighty man's wife!