Smoker To Boot

Tonight, I am at the mercy of a mighty and powerful master-sir in the deserted car park. I plead with him not to hurt me as I humbly kiss-respect his manly boots.

The magnificent man is a smoker, to boot!

A mighty man imposes his boots on my menial, municipal mouth... 

...whilst his own manly mouth enjoys the taste of a cigarette

The master-sir's BOOTS tower over my humble head

Truly, I am at the mercy of the sir and his BOOTS!

He looks down on me with contempt as I lip his BOOTS - and rightly so!

For I'm just another man's BOOTKISSER!

'Look only at my boot, slave!'

'Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir. Please don't beat me, sir!'

The master-sir takes a long, langerous drag on his cigarette high above me

I continue to obediently look only at his BOOTS

The magnificent BOOTS of a magnificent man!

A superior man to me in every way!

The god master-sir silently turns to walk away

He knows I am not worthy of his manly acknowledgement

His BOOTS continue to DOMINATE my lowly landscape

The BOOTS of a REAL man - of a SMOKER!

I hang my humble head in shame behind the man's departing BOOTS

What an HONOUR to have kissed this man's BOOTS!

 After the man has gone, a smiling Ms Mukta (one of my regular car-park customers), who has evidently witnessed me kissing the man's boots, mocks me mercilessly as I kiss her sneakered feet. She asks me if I don't feel shame having just had to kiss a superior man's boots? I look her in the SOCK and confirm, to my eternal shame, that I do indeed feel humbled and ashamed to be another man's bootkisser, but that such is my lowly lot, begging her female pardon and forgiveness madam?

She laughs at me and orders me to continue kissing her feet.

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam has been watching my humiliation at the man's BOOTS

She mocks me mercilessly for my lowliness and helplessness

I look her in the SOCK as I confirm my sense of shame and humiliation...

...and apologise to her SOCK for my lowliness and impotence

Her SOCK laughs at me!

Truly, I am the pathetic slave of everyone's FEET and FOOTWEAR!



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