'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!
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| 'Kiss my wife's boots, boy! And kiss them good, or you'll have my WHIP to answer to! You hear me, boy?' |
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| '...Show her the respect she deserves from a slave! I really wanna hear your lips on her bootleather!' |
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| Desperately kiss-respecting the pretty mistress's musty-smelling (and tasting) black leather boots! |
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| I admire the creases in the well-worn leather of her boots |
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| She kindly switches her booted feet in front of my face |
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| I MUST be pleasing to these boots, or they shall have me whipped! |
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| ... And DON'T look up at my wife's tights, boy!' |
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| 'Yes, master sir. I mean, no master sir! God bless you, master-sir. I obey you, sir!' |
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| Desperately kissing female boots down amongst the dirt and the weeds... |
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| ...with the angry master-sir's shoes looking on! |
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| The shoes of a real man; of a mighty man! |
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| Meanwhile, my own face is that of a timid weakling - fearfully kissing the boots of a mighty man's wife! |
