Valentine's Worship

On Valentine’s Night, the master-sir’s role is to give his pretty girlfriend a romantic bouquet of flowers and to verbally and physically woo her. My role, as a mere prisoner-slave in the stocks, is to kiss-worship her boots.

Note how the bright and beautiful young woman only has eyes for her boyfriend, just as I only have eyes for her BOOTS and SOCKS!

The pretty mistress only has eyes for her Valentine as she sits atop me in the stocks

He has, romantically, just presented her with a bouquet of flowers

For my humble part, I know my place - which is to kiss the happy mistress's BOOTS and SOCKS

I start with the side of her RIGHT BOOT which is dangling next to my humble head

Meanwhile, her long, stripy SOCK towers over my feckless bootkissing face!

I am in AWE of her SOCKS.

These are the SOCKS of a GINGER-HAIRED GODDESS!

A PIERCED GOODESS too!

Meanwhile, her manly boyfriend enjoys vaping with his pretty girlfriend - high above me

He's a much better man than I can ever be. I'm just a SOCK-KISSER...

...kissing his girlfriend's STRIPY SOCKS!

I can feel the flesh from her TATTOOED LEG squashing against my head!

What a PRIVILEGE! What an HONOUR! To press the flesh with such a BEAUTIFUL young woman...

...whilst lip-worshipping her SOCKS!

 

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