My master-sir, the magnificent man who owns me, is not
satisfied with my perceived lacklustre servitude towards his customers. He angrily
points out the sign above my humble head which states that I am a ‘Slave of
Feet’, and he says I need to be much more slavish in my respect-kissing or
lickshining of his customers’ dirty shoes and boots. Otherwise, he warns me,
the WHIP awaits my bare back and shoulders!
I tremblingly assure the master-sir that I shall endeavour
to do better and to be pleasing to both him and his customers, and my slavish
resolve to do so is soon put to the test when a party girl wearing chunky
leather boots accepts an invitation from my master sir to step up to my face for
a quick lick and a shine!
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| 'You no good! You lazy slave! You work tongue harder, or you feel WHIP!' |
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| 'Madam like boot shine? Free for pretty lady!' |
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| What girl can resist a free boot shining? |
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| She could crush my tongue with these boots, if she felt so inclined! |
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| Boot and shoe leather always tastes bitter, but my tongue is used to it now after years of enslavement! |
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| Feet, boots, shoes, socks - these are the stuff of my lowly life! |
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| The feet, boots, shoes and socks of my BETTERS... |
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| ...all of whom, quite rightly, look down upon me! |
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| I'm garbage... |
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| ...and a rubbish footslave, as expressed by my magnificent master-sir! |
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| Licking boots is all I'm good for - and I'm not even good enough at that! |
