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! |