Biker Master-Sir

A macho biker master-sir makes good use of a municipal footslave by having his biker boots thoroughly lickshined whilst catching up with his text messages

The manly master-sir is fixated on the contents of his phone as he approaches me late at night

'Lickshine my boots, boy!'

'Yes, master sir. At once, lord and master sir.'

Satisfied with my slavish compliance, the master-sir refocuses on his text messages...

...whilst I humbly lick-taste his manly bootleather

The man-boots taste, and smell, musty

I wonder what sort of socks the master-sir may be wearing inside his boots?

I'm pathetic like that!

The magnificent lord and master-sir has better things to do than watch my humble tongue at work on his boots beneath him

But he nonetheless inspects my slavish submissiveness towards his boots before he leaves

When he does leave, it is without acknowledging me or my work

And rightly so, for I am just a slave

I keep my humble head bowed behind the mighty boots...

...Boots I have just licked!

My humbling view of the biker master-sir's departing boots - boots of greatness!


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