Bootlicker waits patiently at the door on his knees. Chained and eager for my arrival. Sometimes I give him a warning so he can complete his list of chores. But he MUST always greet me properly when I walk through the door. I love to see him grovel at my feet. Licking my boots clean. I know he misses me. Every kiss, every lick of whatever grime from outside might be on my boot.

I encourage him and talk down to him like the creature he is. If he were ever allowed to speak he would tell me he is the luckiest boot slut!