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Park Masters

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A magnificent Japanese master-sir and his pretty girlfriend enjoy mocking me as I languish in the stocks in the public park. ‘Haha…look! He a whipped! We laugh at him!’ ‘Haha… you make him kiss feet, Hiroshi. You his master!’ ‘Haha… you hear my girlfriend, slave? You kiss my foot. I your master. You whipped in stocks! Haha.’ ‘Haha, make him look at sock, Hiroshi. He your sock slave!’ ‘Haha, you look at my sock, slave. Worship Japanese man sock. You a nobody. I better than you. Sock better than you! Haha.’ ‘Haha…you his master, Hiroshi-San. He worship your sock! Haha.’ The happy couple laugh out loud at me and at my unquestionable inferiority to master Hiroshi sir’s sock, before heading off arm in arm! ‘Haha…look! He a whipped! We laugh at him!’ 'You kiss my foot. I your master. You whipped in stocks! Haha.’ ‘Haha, you look at my sock, slave. Worship Japanese man sock.' I obey master Hiroshi-San, by kissing his outstretched foot and admiring his crumpled sock... ....

Kissing Masters' Feet

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An Asian master-sir has me kiss his wife’s sneakered feet: ‘You kiss my wife feet, slave. Show respect. We your masters!’ 'Kiss other foot, slave. Look only at sock!' 'You obey my wife, slave. You just a damn slave! She your master!' 'Yes, master sir. Yes, masters. I kiss your feet, masters.’ Whilst I dutifully focus on the mistress's white sock in front of me... ...and the creases and folds therein... ...I am acutely aware of the master-sir's black sock in the distance... ...and the thin and worn areas of stitching in his sock The SOCK of an ANGRY MAN! His wife, meanwhile, remains serious, but demure, as you might expect in an Asian lady I truly do admire her sock and look up to it! I humbly and silently count the creases in the sock... ...and the individual stitches within each crease! And if and when her husband deigns to present his leather shoes to my menial mouth for respect-kissing... ...I shall count the stitches in his socks also... ...out of respe...

Foul-Mouthed And Inebriated

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‘Kiss my feet, f**kwit slave, and that!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.’ Even a foul-mouthed and inebriated customer mistress’s sneakers and socks must be shown the utmost slavish respect when she visits me late at night. This customer-mistress may be inebriated, but her instructions could not have been clearer... ...I am to kiss her feet! Her sneakers are quite dirty, having presumably been on her feet all day? But my lowly lips must not baulk at the menial task in mouth! The sneakers and socks, even of an inebriated customer, must be shown full, slavish respect! Indeed, the Law states I must consider it an honour  to kiss the feet of a drunken master or mistress! Suddenly, without warning, she withdraws her sneaker from my mouth, steps back and takes another swig of beer... ...before turning her foul-mouthed back on me and drunkenly continuing on her way She is somewhat unsteady on her sneakered feet... ...but says nothing more to me as she leaves me to rot i...

Tough Negotiator

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My superb businesswoman-mistress negotiates a tough business deal in the boardroom whilst I kneel silently at her feet and study her socks, as befits a businesswoman’s personal sock slavey. She’s both a tough negotiator and a tough mistress to please. I very much fear her! My mistress sets out her bottom line at the negotiating table She's a tough negotiator who always gets her way Meanwhile, I kneel in abject silence at her feet, studying her tough businesswoman SHOES and SOCKS... ...with slavish AWE and WONDERMENT! After all, there is more intelligence in a SINGLE STITCH of her SOCKS than there is in my whole, puny brain! I very much FEAR my mistress... ...and the POWER of her SHOES and SOCKS over my lowly life! As I am her SOCK SLAVEY, they can have me WHIPPED on a whim! I MUST be pleasing to her SOCKS! Otherwise her businesswomanly wrath will be directed down towards me! At the moment, thankfully, it is her business opponent who is feeling the LASH of her TONGUE! I certainl...