Superb And Erudite

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!

I am approached by a superb and erudite young woman

'Good evening, most beautiful mistress-madam. How may I serve you this evening, most beautiful mistress-madam?'

'Kiss my boots, slave!'

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam!'

She puffs on her cigarette high above me whilst I lip-attend to her boots below her

She seems lost in thought...

...but occasionally glances down to inspect my humility on her boots

She deftly switches her booted feet in front of my face...

...before resuming her cigarette smoking

Her tube socks tower over my humble head!

What an honour to be kissing the boots of such a superb and erudite young woman!

She must be erudite, being a free citizen of the Gynarchy and therefore better than me!

A man approaches us in a hoodie

Turns out he's her boyfriend. The couple embrace above me

Then the man orders me to kiss his boots - much to his pretty girlfriend's amusement!

Like his erudite girlfriend before him, he makes me kiss both his boots!

Then the happy couple move off, leaving me to rot in the dirt behind them

This superb and erudite young woman, naturally, only has eyes for her handsome boyfriend

I am left bowing my humble head beneath their boots and socks

What a privilege, what a blessing, to have the boot-DNA of such a superb and erudite couple inside my menial mouth!

I watch their boots depart...

...as I yearn to follow them to heel! I would serve this couple all my days, if they would but let me!


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