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It's My Loss

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Today I am visited by my erstwhile regular customer, Ms Lola madam. It must be more than 20 years ago that I last had the privilege of kissing her sneakers, when she was a young woman in her twenties. Now she is a forty something, but she still looks fabulous! She mocks me for still being here – still kissing feet – and she asks me if I’ve missed her? I humbly confirm that I have, and she laughs at me again! My distant memories of serving a 20-something Ms Lola I remember vividly her dirty sneakers and white socks! Her socks, in particular, will forever be emblazoned on my menial mind! What a privilege it was to serve her all those years ago! And it still is! Her footwear is less scruffy now... ...but she clearly still has a penchant for sneakers and socks! She has switched to wearing black socks - at least for today! Whatever their colour, Ms Lola's socks will always hold a place in my heart! I love  her socks - always have; always will! She laughs at me... ...and in particular
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Respecting The Feet Of His Betters

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All day long the public footslave must respect the feet of his betters. And all night too, if necessary! That’s a lot of feet to have to kiss and socks to have to admire! Kissing feet and studying socks. That's all the public footslave gets to do all day! But it is only right and proper that he should do so - for they are the shoes and socks of his betters! Be they male... ...or female! everyone is entitled to look down upon him and have their feet kissed by him... ...for they are all  his infinite betters! He's just a slave! No wonder his betters all look down upon him! They, quite rightly, despise him! Haha - he must be an expert  on other people's dirty shoes and socks! After all, he is surrounded by them 24/7! Be they long black socks with stripes at the tops; short and crumpled white anklesocks... ...or short black sneaker socks. He must slavishly admire and respect them all !
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Fantasising

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I find myself fantasising about what it would be like to be this smart young woman’s personal footslave – responsible for the daily upkeep of her feet, shoes and socks in the privacy of her own home. Who knows, she might even permit me to follow her everywhere to heel, crawling behind her on my bony old hands and knees, my lowly eyes glued to the backs of her socks? As it is, however, she doesn’t even speak to me – not even to order me to kiss her feet. To her, I’m just an anonymous and dumb, public footservant. A nothing and a nobody. A mere piece of street furniture that she uses to have her feet kiss-respected – fit only to look at her socks, but not touch them! The approaching potential  customer looks down on me with disdain And rightly so, for I'm just a dumb, municipal footslave Without saying a word, she raises her right foot onto the dirty footblock beneath my face for me to kiss Oh how she despises me! I lower my lips to her shoeleather... ...whilst studying her sock
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