Tasting In Her Female Success
A smart and intelligent young businesswoman heads towards my menial mouth for a lick and a shine of her successful businesswoman boots. What an honour for an old slave man like me – to taste in her female success. Even if it is only via the dirt on her boots!
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| Female superbness walks towards me... |
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| ...in the form of a bright and successful young busineswoman |
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| Even though her boots are worth more than her tongue, she allows me to lick them... |
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| ...and to thus get a taste of her female success... |
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| ...albeit via her everyday bootdirt! |
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| Oh the sweet smell of success - female leather boot! |
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| Meanwhile, the boot-wearer looks down on me with the contempt I deserve! |
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| She finds my slavish devotion to her boots both disgusting and amusing! |
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| What an inferior creature I am to her... |
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| ...a lowly, down-in-the-dirt licker of other people's boots! |
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| That's my humble business... |
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| ...licking boots! |
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| Even the customer's sock is higher than me! |
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| As the boots and socks turn to leave... |
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| ...I keep my humble head low, as befits the head of a slave behind his superior's boots! |
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| The superior young woman silently leaves me to rot in the dirt behind her |
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| SHE is a young woman who is going places! |
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| Unlike me - I'm not going anywhere! |
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| I must humbly stay here and await the next customer's boots or shoes... |
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| ...whilst remembering the boots I have just been licking... |
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| ...and their accompanying socks! |
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| Yes, I am nothing but the slave of my betters' boots and socks - male and female! |
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| I audaciously allow myself one last glance at the successful boots and socks now leaving me behind |
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| Oh to be a stitch in those socks... |
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| ...following this successful young businesswoman to heel... |
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| ...and sharing in her success... |
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| ...by absorbing the sweat from her feet into the very fibre of my being! |


























