Respecting My Gaoler's Girlfriend
Today, I am given the honour of kissing my gaoler’s girlfriend’s feet. This is a rare opportunity for me to connect with an esteemed member of the opposite sex, even if only through her BOOTS!
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| My gaoler master-sir kindly invites his ladyfriend to step up to my face and have her boots kissed | 
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| She wastes no female time in doing so! | 
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| As I lower my confined lips to her outstretched, leathery boot-toe... | 
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| ...I overhear the master-sir assuring his ladyfriend that he will have me sorely WHIPPED if I displease her with my bootkissing! | 
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| He then laughs out loud at me, mocking me and asking me how I like the taste of his pretty girlfriend's BOOTS? | 
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| The master's ladyfriend may be pretty, but she is not in the first flush of youth, as the harsh dungeon lighting shows! | 
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| Nice legs, though! | 
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| Needless to say, I don't comment on her shapely legs to the master-sir... | 
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| ...preferring instead to thank him for permitting me to pay my slavish respects to his esteemed ladyfriend's BOOTS! | 
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| The happy couple then turn and leave me... | 
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| ...with the master's ladyfriend indicating to him that she is now in the mood to make love with him! | 
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| All I can do is humbly observe the BOOTS of my TWO BETTERS abandoning me to the lonely gloom of the dungeon! | 
 
 
