My mighty and magnificent master-sir often has me sniff-respect his pretty girlfriend’s sweaty, warm, freshly-discarded boots whilst
she lovingly cuddles up to him on the sofa. To the master-sir, her love and
affection. To the slave – her sweaty bootsmells!
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Sniff-respecting my master's girlfriend's sweaty discarded boots... |
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...next to her sweaty-socked foot |
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I am surrounded by feminine sock and boot smells... |
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...vert tart; very vinegary! |
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The mistress's socks are creased and crumpled on her shapely calves |
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Those sock creases shall no doubt require to be nose-straightened in due course! |
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Mustn't touch the mistress's skin whilst I am nose-straightening the tops of her socks! |
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Meanwhile, the happy couple above me are being all lovey-dovey |
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My own master's smelly feet are nearby |
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I am, of course, much more familiar with his manly footsmells, since these are the feet of my OWNER! |
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I have been required to sniff-respect my master-sir's sweaty, bare feet on many an ignominious occasion! |
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I'm just a slave of feet, of boots and of socks - the FEET, BOOTS and SOCKS of my BETTERS! |