Boots Are Your Burden

My boots need a spit shine. I bring you out from your overnight cage to do the honors. You are right where you belong, groveling on the floor, anxiously awaiting my commands. you will polish every inch of my boots with your tongue until they shine. It is your duty to lick the dirt from my soles.

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