A superb and erudite young woman approaches me from across
the yard. I kiss her boots, as a gesture of my slavish admiration for her. And
because she demands that I kiss her boots!
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I am approached by a superb and erudite young woman |
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'Good evening, most beautiful mistress-madam. How may I serve you this evening, most beautiful mistress-madam?' |
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'Kiss my boots, slave!' |
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'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam!' |
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She puffs on her cigarette high above me whilst I lip-attend to her boots below her |
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She seems lost in thought... |
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...but occasionally glances down to inspect my humility on her boots |
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She deftly switches her booted feet in front of my face... |
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...before resuming her cigarette smoking |
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Her tube socks tower over my humble head! |
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What an honour to be kissing the boots of such a superb and erudite young woman! |
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She must be erudite, being a free citizen of the Gynarchy and therefore better than me! |
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A man approaches us in a hoodie |
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Turns out he's her boyfriend. The couple embrace above me |
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Then the man orders me to kiss his boots - much to his pretty girlfriend's amusement! |
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Like his erudite girlfriend before him, he makes me kiss both his boots! |
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Then the happy couple move off, leaving me to rot in the dirt behind them |
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This superb and erudite young woman, naturally, only has eyes for her handsome boyfriend |
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I am left bowing my humble head beneath their boots and socks |
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What a privilege, what a blessing, to have the boot-DNA of such a superb and erudite couple inside my menial mouth! |
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I watch their boots depart... |
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...as I yearn to follow them to heel! I would serve this couple all my days, if they would but let me! |