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Not The Most Salubrious

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Ok, so I may not be positioned in the most salubrious of locations, directly outside the Ladies’ Public restrooms. But it does mean I get to kiss-respect primarily female  feet! Spare a thought for my poor colleague on the side of the building, next to the Gents ! A pretty customer-mistress exits the Ladies Restroom... ...and heads straight to my confined face... ...to have her feet kissed! It's an everyday sight in the Gynarchy, as her SOCK towers over my humble, sneaker-kissing head! BOTH her SOCKS are impressive... ...though I am particularly enamoured by her LEFT SOCK, which has slipped down her shapely calf... ...thereby affording me a somewhat disconcerting view of multitudinous SOCK CREASES! It's 'disconcerting' because my every slavish instinct is to reach out to the SOCK and straighten it... ...not that I'm in any position to straighten SOCKS! All I can do is show my respect for the SOCK by continuing to kiss its accompanying SNEAKER... ...The LEFT SNEA...

Sock Orderly (ii)

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My mistress Shakayla’s husband, master Jahmar sir, comes to check that I am obeying his beloved wife’s orders and diligently tidying her sock drawer. He too carries a WHIP - a WHIP that must be OBEYED! And so once again I must kiss feet to provide assurances to my magnificent master sir of my abject obedience to his wife’s commandments. My master Jahmar sir checks that I am fulfilling my humble role as his wife's sock orderly! As soon as he enters my lowly presence, I kiss his feet (as I must always do in this household) Master Jahmar sir doesn't suffer fools gladly... ...and nor does his WHIP! I therefore kiss his loafer SHOES with the utmost due diligence! Better to KISS LOAFER than FEEL WHIP! I slavishly admire the master's SOCK whilst I am down there Truly, my master's and mistress's SOCKS dominate my lowly life! I must spend nearly 90% of my time near their SOCKS... ...washing them, folding them, putting them on and taking them off their feet... ...or just adm...

Sock Orderly

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My mistress Shakayla madam brusquely orders me to tidy up the contents of her sock drawer. I kiss her feet and thereby humbly confirm my compliance with her orders. Anything to avoid the all-too-familiar, biting STING of her WHIP! My mistress Shakayla brusquely ordering me to order her SOCK DRAWER! I kiss her feet to assure her of my slavish compliance with her orders I am very conscious of her WHIP dangling over my humble head! Better to KISS CROCS, than feel WHIP! I make sure to kiss the holes in the CROCS where her SOCKS peek through Since I am her 'sock orderly', I must show respect for all  her SOCKS... ...including the ones she has on now! It is an honour for the likes of lowly me, you see, to be so close to my superior mistress's SOCKS... ...let alone touch  them! And yet, that is precisely what I have been ordered to do... ...to touch her disorderly SOCKS in her personal SOCK DRAWER in order to bring some order to them! Having kissed my mistress's feet, I set a...