My mistress Mukta loves showing me off to her friends whenever she encounters them in the street, and having me kiss their feet.
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| My mistress encounters her good friend, Ms Melanie madam, out on the street |
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| She orders me to kiss Ms Melanie's boots |
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| A giggling Ms Melanie madam promptly extends her left booted foot across the dirty ground for me to kiss... |
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| ...swiftly followed by her right |
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| She laughs, and congratulates her friend Mukta on her excellent training of the 'bootslave'! |
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| The two girls then continue to enjoy my public humiliation at Ms Melanie's boots |
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| Even Ms Melanie's thick, grey bootsock towers dominantly over my humble head! |
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| Her sock is therefore a higher entity, and better, than me |
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| She switches back to her left boot again, requiring me to begin the whole demeaning bootkissing ritual all over again! |
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| Ms Melanie is enjoying this - as is her perfect young-womanly right! |
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| I mean, what girl wouldn't enjoy the opportunity to have her boots kiss-respected by a fearful and helpless, whipped male slave? |
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| My own mistress Mukta, meanwhile, looks on at my bootkissing humiliation at her friend's feet with a quiet satisfaction |
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| Such is the power of my mistress's mighty WHIP to instil obedience and humility in me! |
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| Truly I am where I belong - down amongst the boots and socks of my betters! |
