To Princess
^Wearing only the uniform of the worshipful subject (boxers), I kneel in tormented ecstasy as you stroll past and flip onto your bed, eyes locked onto your curved butt and perfect legs. I ache to worship your body, but know my place is waiting and on my knees.
I nearly get to an edge just from watching as you strip down, eyes desperate for any extra glimpse of your royal body.
I bow and depart when dismissed, eager to fetch shoes that will please you^
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After hours of searching and more than a dozen edges (I confess I lost count while my mind was lost in a daydream of worshiping your perfect feet...), I decided upon then following shoes. After having them prepared, I returned to present them to your royal person.
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^I enter your presence clad as usual in my finest boxers, and holding a gift box complete with wrapping paper and frilly pink ribbons.^
Please accept my gift, Princess
^Kneeling before you, I hold it up for you to rip the wrapping paper aside, then I remove the box lid and remove one shoe. I carefully place the shoes on your feet one by one, then bow down lower in order to kiss the tip of your shoe.^
^I trace my lips along the side of your shoe, kissing it fervently as I do so. Lost in the submissive desire to worship your feet, I kiss all along the sides and tops of your feet, thanking you for the privilege in between kisses.^
^Finally, delicately lifting your foot to gain access, I kiss the soles of your shoes, my lips finding every inch of them.^
^I rise and bow^ Happy belated birthday Princess! Please allow me to congratulate you properly! ^I lower my boxers, turning away and bending to touch my toes^