A pretty customer-mistress faux-apologises for the ‘parlous’
state of her boots and faux-politely asks me if I wouldn’t mind cleaning them
with my tongue?
I sincerely and honestly confirm to the superior customer
that it would be my great honour to tongue-clean her dirty boots for her,
begging her pleasing madam?
Needless to say, I don’t have much choice in the matter, being
a mere slave! But, in any event, it gives me the perfect opportunity to
admiringly study her SOCKS!
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| Offering me a faux apology for the state of her boots... | 
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| ...and faux politely 'inviting' me to tongue-clean them for her! | 
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| I am 'happy' to do so, if only because it affords me the humbling opportunity to study her SOCKS! | 
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| Such magnificent BLACK SOCKS... | 
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| ...peeking out from the UPPERS of her heavy WORKBOOTS! | 
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| I admire the STITCHING in her SOCKS | 
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| My humble, slave's view of the pretty customer's SOCKS | 
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| She faux-sympathetically asks me how her boots taste? Don't they taste VILE? | 
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| With a mouthful of her BOOTMUD, and an eyeful of her SOCK... | 
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| ...I humbly confirm that the boots do indeed taste vile, madam, but that it is a taste fit for a footslave, madam... | 
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| ...begging her female pardon, miss? She LAUGHS at me, as well she might! |