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\nIt was late evening at a small\nshoe store in the city. Bill, the salesman, was in the store alone.\nNo one else was in sight. It was about 15 minutes to close. Bill, a\nsomewhat shy guy, had an intense foot and shoe fetish, but especially\na boot fetish. The store carried many shoes and boots, which is why\nhe took the job. Bill was straightening up the tall boot section when\nhe heard the bell at the door.

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A\nman entered the store. He was dressed in white riding breeches and a\nleather jacket. On his feet, he wore an extremely dirty and worn pair\nof black riding boots. Bill came around the corner and spying the\nman, did a double take. \n

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\"How\nmay I help you?\" Bill inquired. \n

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Taranus\ncould intuitively sense Bill was a wimp. In an arrogant manner he\nsaid “I need a new pair of boots exactly like these!\" \n

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Bill\nstammered \"This way sir, please.\"

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Taranus\nfollowed Bill to the boot section and thought to himself “I think\nI'll really work this wimp over.”

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When\nthey reached the boot section, Bill asked him to sit down while he\nwent to get the new boots. Taranus said “Wimp, go lock the door\nfirst. I do not want to be disturbed.”

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Bill\nwas stunned by his dominant attitude, but said \"Yes sir\". \n

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\"Call\nme Master Taranus\" he snapped.

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\"Yes\nMaster Taranus.\" Bill went to the door and locked it. He\nreturned to the Master. \n

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\"On\nyour knees in front of me Wimp\". \n

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Bill\nobediently knelt and looked down at the worn and extremely muddy pair\nof boots. He detected specks of horse shit on the boots. \n

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“I\nwant you to kiss my boots.” Master Taranus ordered. \n

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Bill\nlooked down again at the messy boots and hesitated. The Master was\nfurious with the delay. He lashed out at Bill with his boot, catching\nhim on the chest, leaving a huge muddy, shitty stain on his fresh\nwhite shirt. Caught off guard, Bill fell backwards. Quick as a cat,\nMaster Taranus was standing over him. He proceeded to wipe the sole\nof his right boot all over Bill’s white shirt. Then he stepped up\nonto Bill’s chest and began wiping the left sole on Bill’s\nupturned face. He grinded his sole unmercifully all over Bill’s\nface, leaving a muddy, shitty mess. Bill began submissively kissing\nthe sole of Taranus’ boot, while begging for mercy. Finally, the\nMaster’s anger subsided, and he stepped off the badly shaken wimp.\nHe gave him a swift kick in the ribs, before sitting back down. \n

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“Now\nI want you to clean up these filthy boots, and be quick about it”\nMaster Taranus ordered. \n

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“Then\nwe will get down to trying on the new boots.”

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Bill\nquickly prostrated himself before the Master, and without hesitation,\nlovingly licked the entirety of his boots, including the soles. \n

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“Make\nsure you swallow all that disgusting muck.” Taranus said while\nlooking down at the wimp with disdain.

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“Yes\nMaster Taranus.” Bill replied in between laps of his tongue.

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With\nlong wet strokes of his tongue, he removed all the mud and horse shit\nfrom the Master’s boots. Finally they were as shiny as new. \n

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Feeling\nhonoured to have been allowed to lick such a noble man’s boots,\nBill humbly said “Thank you Master Taranus.”

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Immediately\nthe Master ordered Bill to remove his old boots. As he removed each\nof the warm boots, Bill couldn’t help but place his face in the\nopening, and inhale deeply. The heady smell of leather and Master’s\nfeet hit his nostrils. Bill was in heaven. \n

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Master\nordered Bill to get the new boots, put them on his feet, then kiss\nhis toes. Bill did as he was told. Master then ordered Bill to wrap\nup his old boots, and said he will wear the new ones instead. Bill\ndid so, then escorted the Master to the front of the store, assuming\nhe would then pay for them. \n

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\"Because\nyou did not serve me as well as you should, you will pay for my\nboots.\" Bill knew he had no choice. \"Come to the door and\nlet me out.” Bill went to the door and unlocked it. \n

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\"Lay\ndown. I want a doomart to exit the store\" the Master said\nhaughtily.

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Tentatively,\nBill lowered himself down onto the damp sidewalk, directly outside\nthe doorway to the store. Losing patience, Master Taranus put a boot\non Bill’s shoulder, violently pushing him onto his back. Before\nBill could settle into position, the Master carelessly planted a boot\non Bill’s vulnerable groin, then pushed down, using it to mount\nhim. He then proceeded to walk the length of Bill’s body, very\nheavily, trampling him. This produced groans of discomfort from Bill\nwith each step. \n

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When\nhe reached Bill’s head, the Master planted the sole of his boot\nright in the middle of Bill’s upturned face. He paused there\nmomentarily, enjoying his moment of triumph. Then he grinded his sole\nside to side, as if he was putting out a cigarette butt. Bill could\nhear people laughing at him as they passed by. He was humiliated\nbeyond belief. Finally the Master dismounted him and disappeared into\nthe darkness, leaving Bill battered and bruised, laying in the\nstreet.

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Bill\nthe wimpy shoe salesman as gotten his.

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