This pretty customer-mistress has come prepared for an all-nighter of having her sheepskin boots kiss-respected. She has even brought along her own chair and some food and drink, and has no doubt prepared for her all-night session by sleeping during the daytime. Needless to say, I have not had that option, having been busy kissing the shoes and boots of the general public throughout the day, and none of the refreshments she has brought along rate for me - unless you include her foul-tasting bootdirt?
She explains to me that I am to continuously kiss her boots throughout the night, and that there is to be no idle chit-chat between us. All she wants to hear, and to feel, is my lowly lips on her rounded boot-toes, through the surfaces of her sheepskin boots and her thick grey socks.
I obey the customer-mistress, and by morning, I must have kissed her boots tens of thousands of times, if not hundreds of thousands!
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| Kissing the sheepskin boots of an 'all-nighter' customer mistress... |
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| ...beneath her 'all-nighter' socks! |
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| The glimpses of her plain grey socktops are my only recompense for my all-night efforts... |
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| ...unless you include the taste of her everyday bootdirt? |
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| She remains alert throughout the night and watches me like a hawk... |
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| ...occasionally specifying a specific area of her rounded boot-toe that she wants kissed! |
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| She has, cleverly, brought along her own refreshments for the night... |
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| ...whilst I must survive on her bootdirt |
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| And rightly so, for I am not worthy to share in her food and drink... |
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| ...I'm just a slave... |
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| ...a bootkissing, sock-subordinate slave! |
