On a cold and frosty Xmas morning, an unsympathetic
customer-mistress has me kiss-respect her superior, female boots
|
Cold and frosty |
|
The customer-mistress and the weather! |
|
She coldly orders me to kiss her boots |
|
Her warm sock towers over my humble head as I do so |
|
I make sure my lowly lips respectfully embrace her superior girl-bootleather |
|
I dare not look up at her sock... |
|
...lest my unworthy eyes inadvertently see her skin! |
|
A slave must NEVER look at his mistress or master above the sock! |
|
Creased sock! |
|
Menial, slave mouth touches masterful boot |
|
The bright, but surly, young woman switches her booted feet on the footblock beneath my face |
|
She clearly won't be wishing me a Merry Xmas! |
|
And rightly so, for I'm just a slave! |
|
With all my heart, however, I wish her a Merry Xmas... |
|
...and internally praise and bless her for her Christmas kindness in stopping by me... |
|
...so that I might have av traditional festive taste of her boots... |
|
...and a humbling view of her socks! |
|
Even on Xmas day, I must be working... |
|
...kissing the boots and admiring the socks of my betters, as I must do every day of the year! |