A happy, handsome couple spot me, and use me, whilst they
are out promenading together late at night through some waste ground – as is their
perfect right!
‘Haha, look Harry! A footslave! Make him kiss your feet!’
‘Haha, sure thing honey!... Yo, you down there, feetyboy;
kiss my feet!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’
The man’s pretty, Asian girlfriend then crouches down to
verbally mock me as I kiss her manly boyfriend’s boot:
‘Haha, you like kiss real man dirty boot, slave?
You like taste real man dirty bootleather? You a moron?’
With a mouth full of bootdirt I humbly acknowledge that I do
indeed, pathetically, admire her boyfriend and his boots:
‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty
mistress madam, this slave does indeed very much appreciate the humbling opportunity
to taste the mighty master-sir’s bootleather, vile though that taste may be
madam, begging your pardons and understandings most mighty master and mistress,
sirs?’
The man chuckles high above me, whilst his pretty girlfriend
sings at my bootkissing face in suitably mocking tones:
‘Haha, feetyboy a moron!... Feetyboy a moron!...Hahahaha!’
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| ‘Haha, look Harry! A footslave! Make him kiss your feet!’ |
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| 'Yo, you down there, feetyboy; kiss my feet!’ |
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| ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’ |
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| The man's girlfriend crouches down to mock me as I kiss her man's BOOTS |
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| ‘Haha, you like kiss real man dirty boot, slave? You like taste real man dirty bootleather?... |
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| ...You a moron?’ |
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| If truth be told, I am a 'moron'... |
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| ...though I would much rather be kissing the beautiful young woman's BOOTS! |
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| She mockingly sings her disdain for me: |
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| ‘Haha, feetyboy a moron!... Feetyboy a moron!...Hahahaha!’ |
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| Meanwhile, her man chuckles triumphantly high above me... |
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| ...as I kiss-respect his dirty, wasteland BOOT-TOE in front of his bemused, Asian girlfriend! |