tsatske
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Joined: 3/9/2007 From: Louisville, KY Status: offline
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Worshiping at my Master's feet is enough to put me deeply, deeply into subspace. The look in his eyes when he comes home from being sent out mudding at work and tells me I will be cleaning his shoes tells me he is already anticipating the smile he gets. I knew I enjoyed being at his feet, even worshiping his feet. Never knew I specifically had a boot fetish, till I saw Master's assorted boots. Men's boots, intended for working in, or his jump boots (oh, god, yes), not fancy rhinestone cowboy play dress up boots. I kiss his feet every morning and every night, and let him know regularly how grateful I am that he is able to allow me to do that without looking at me like a freak. When he allows me to worship his feet at length, and I find him with a hard-on when it is time to travel North, I am simply beyond amazed. Although I can't say rather its my attention to his feet that made him hard, or simply the general submission. Or not - I have so seldom seen that man without a hard-on that maybe it was just the song on the radio that did it, for all I know. And, yes, I am feeding the animals, but only a bit. I wonder if I can learn bootblacking and do it at a party sometime? I bet if there was somewhere for me to learn it, Master could be begged and cojoled into putting it on my reward list, you think?
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