I try my humble best to engage with the pretty waitress-mistress from the nearby restaurant during her well-earned cigarette break, but she's not having any of it:
 'I like your boots and socks, pretty mistress?'
'YOU SHUT UP, SLAVE! I NOT YOUR FRIEND! I YOUR MASTER!... YOU LICK BOOT AND SHUT F**K UP, OR I HAVE YOU WHIP!'
I promptly shut up and lick boot!
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| I foolishly try to engage with the pretty waitress-mistress by verbally praising her boots and socks as I lickshine her boots! | 
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| Her response is immediate and clear - I am to 'shut the f**k up', or she will have me WHIPPED! | 
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| I duly obey the pretty mistress, and shut up in order to focus on lickshining her boots! | 
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| She casually continues to enjoy her cigarette high above me | 
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| How stupid was I to think that a superb young woman like this would wish to engage in a conversation with the likes of lowly me during her precious break time?! | 
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| She glowers disparagingly down at me | 
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| To her, I'm just another weed, down amongst the weeds and the dirt! | 
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| Meanwhile, her fabulous boots and socks tower over my bootlicking head! | 
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| From time to time she gracefully switches her booted feet in front of my feckless face... | 
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| ...so that I might get my boot-cleaning tongue into every nook and cranny! | 
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| Her hardworking boots might look to be already perfectly shiny, but they still deserve a lick and a shine from her local public humble-head! | 
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| These are, after all, the boots of my infinite better! | 
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| After a while, she sullenly, and silently, turns to leave me | 
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| She hasn't yet finished her cigarette, but clearly can't bear to spend any more of her precious female time in my pathetic footslave presence! | 
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| Sadly, she has to get back to her work in the restaurant | 
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| I hope the patrons of her establishment treat her with the respect and admiration she deserves! | 
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| What an honour to have tasted where she has been... | 
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| ...and to have even breathed in the same air as her socks! | 
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| Boots, socks, belligerence and being berated - such is my humble world at the feet of my betters! |