Regular toepath visitor Ms Kadal madam often visits me at
night for a quick kiss-respecting of her musty-smelling, sheepskin boots. She
does it to humiliate me – and rightly so, for I’m just a toepath slave, meant
to be humiliated and humbled by passers-by.
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| The familiar footsteps of regular, nighttime toepath visitor, Ms Kadal madam, can be heard crunching through the weeds |
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| Those same sheepskin boots could crush me, if they so wished! |
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| I prepare myself for some musty-smelling boot worship |
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| Sure enough the familiar, dirty boots stop directly in front of me |
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| Then, silently, the rounded toe of the right sheepskin boot is extended towards my lowly lips |
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| My lips make respectful contact with the dirty, musty-smelling boot toe... |
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| ...adroitly followed by the left |
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| I can just make out Ms Kadal's plain grey sock tops... |
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| ...socks I wish I could be a part of! |
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| Kissing the boots of my betters beneath their socks... |
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| ...this is my lowly life! |
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| Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! |
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| Ms Kadal, meanwhile, is enjoying my humiliation at her booted feet - as is her wont |
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| She switches feet several times in front of my face... |
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| ...before heading off, as nonchalantly and as silently as she came |
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| Goodbye Ms Kadal's boots and socks - until we meet again! |
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| You are so lucky, boots and socks, to be able to follow your pretty mistress wherever she goes! |
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| How I envy you, Ms Kadal's boots and socks! |
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| You are better than me, Ms Kadal's boots and socks! |