Kiss-Greeting My Master's Girlfriend's Boots

Whenever my master-sir's pretty girlfriend comes a-calling, I am obliged to kiss-greet her boots, in a manner befitting a gentleman's household footslave. Only her BOOTS, mind - not her bare feet or even her socks! I am not worthy to touch her inner footwear or her bare flesh with my menial, domestic mouth!

Kiss-greeting my master's girlfriend's BOOTS...

...beneath her SOCKS!

These are the only parts of my master's girlfriend that I am permitted to touch...

...her outer footwear!

Master-sir keeps a close eye on me to ensure my footslave compliance!

And woe betide me if I fail to be pleasing to his pretty girlfriend!

Or, more precisely, WHIP betide me!

Fortunately, both the master-sir and his pretty girlfriend appear satisfied with my humility

I even allow the mistress's SOCK to brush briefly against my kneeling ear...

...so confident am I in my humble ability to be pleasing to my masters and betters!

Kissing BOOTS is something I do well, even if I say so myself!

As is kissing FEET - the bare FEET of my mighty master-sir!


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