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!
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| Kiss-greeting my master's girlfriend's BOOTS... | 
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| ...beneath her SOCKS! | 
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| These are the only parts of my master's girlfriend that I am permitted to touch... | 
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| ...her outer footwear! | 
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| Master-sir keeps a close eye on me to ensure my footslave compliance! | 
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| And woe betide me if I fail to be pleasing to his pretty girlfriend! | 
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| Or, more precisely, WHIP betide me! | 
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| Fortunately, both the master-sir and his pretty girlfriend appear satisfied with my humility | 
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| I even allow the mistress's SOCK to brush briefly against my kneeling ear... | 
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| ...so confident am I in my humble ability to be pleasing to my masters and betters! | 
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| Kissing BOOTS is something I do well, even if I say so myself! | 
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| As is kissing FEET - the bare FEET of my mighty master-sir! | 
 
 
