it will always look up at its Superiors…
…from its place flat on the ground at Their Boots.
it might be allowed to amuse Them with its pathetic attempts to squirm closer…
desperately begging for mouthfuls of ash, spit or piss.
A reward might include permission to lick the soles of His boots..
…or simply to feast on His arrogance and entitlement.
it will always attempt to flatten itself even further into the filth…
…in the hope of earning Masters collar.Â
love being at a Man's boots














