Delighting In My Scuffmarked-Boot Kissing

A magnificent Gynarchy magistrate master-sir delights in making me kiss the heavily scuffmarked BOOTS of a random member of the public as I languish in the low-lying stocks in the town square late at night:

‘Haha, that’s right slave – kiss the young woman’s BOOTS beneath her SOCKS. Make sure your lowly lips really feel the scuffmarked leather of her well-worn BOOT, and think about how your humble head is now literally lower than her SOCK! Kiss her BOOTS very well, prisoner-slave, or I’ll have you WHIPPED again!’ 

As I languish in the public stocks late at night, a magnificent Gynarchy magistrate master-sir has me kiss the BOOTS of some random, female passer-by

‘Haha, that’s right slave – kiss the young woman’s BOOTS beneath her SOCKS...

...Make sure your lowly lips really feel the scuffmarked leather of her well-worn BOOT

...and think about how your humble head is now literally lower than her SOCK!...

...Kiss her BOOTS very well, prisoner-slave... 

...or I’ll have you WHIPPED again!’ 

The young woman, a complete stranger, chortles triumphantly as she feels my BOOTKISSING humiliation through the surfaces of her BOOT and SOCK!

I can smell the well-worn, unpolished LEATHER of her BOOT!

And as the master-sir has ordered me to, I simultaneously contemplate my lowliness vis-à-vis her SOCK!

The master-sir continues with his manly mockery of me: 'Haha, you're just a sockieboy, bootkisser-slave!...

...kissing the BOOT of a girl beneath her SOCK!...

...How are you liking it, slave? How do you like being a girl's BOOTKISSER?'

'Oh pray, master-sir. God bless you, master sir. I am liking it, master-sir, if it pleases you master-sir, but not very much, sir...

...on account of my feeling humiliated, sir, begging your manly pardon and understanding, most kind and magnificent master-sir?...

...Please don't WHIP me, sir?...

...Sir, I'm kissing the pretty mistress's BOOTS, sir, and worshipping her SOCKS, sir?'


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