Giving Her Pleasure

This regular customer-mistress, whose name I don’t know, likes to humiliate me on an almost daily basis, all year round – as is her perfect right, since it gives her pleasure to do so, and her pleasure is more important than my dignity. I'm just a toepath slave!

This morning, she has me kiss-respect her winter boots. 

She approaches me through the undergrowth of the semi-deserted towpath

Her brown, winter boots and green leggings are concealing whatever socks she may be wearing on her feet

I brace myself for my daily dose of humiliation at this regular customer-mistress's feet and footwear

Sure enough, the musty-0smelling sheepskin boots stop directly, and arrogantly, in front of my confined face

She looks down on me - both literally and figuratively

Then, without saying a word, she unceremoniously shoves her right booted foot onto my menial mouth

I pucker up and kiss the outstretched boot toe

I can smell the boot as I simultaneously taste it

She then, as is her wont, switches her feet in front of my face

She continues to say nothing. Why would she speak to a mere toepath slave?

However, she inspects my humble lipwork on her sheepskin boots...

...repeatedly switching her feet beneath my bootkissing face

How she despises me - and despising me gives her great pleasure!

All I can do is respectfully kiss boot

Who knows what manner of SOCKS may be inside those boots?

Plain grey, I'm guessing?


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