Serving Scuffmarked Boots

Having a scuffmarked boot in your face is always a deeply humbling experience, especially when the scuffmarked toe of the boot makes contact with your menial mouth and demands to be kiss-respected!

A scuffmarked female boot - in my face!

The accompanying sock towers over my humble head!

I have been ordered by the female owner of the boots to kiss them

One after the other

I admire her socks - from below

Meanwhile the haughty customer-mistress glowers down at me

She is clearly a 'watcher' - one who enjoys watching my lowly lips at work!

'Kiss the scuffmarks, slave!'

I instantly ensure that my lips embrace the most prominent scuffmark on the dirty boot toe

So does the wearer of the dirty, scuffmarked boot!

I kiss the scuffmark with fear and trembling

It feels rough on my lips

 

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