Whenever a pretty customer-mistress starts climbing the stairs towards my humble head, I like to speculate as to the type of footwear she might have on. Could they be ankle boots? Or sneakers? Or ballet flats? Or open-toed sandals? Or laced-up, leather brogues?
The possibilities are endless, of course - but the good news is that I never have to wait long to find out. For pretty soon those shoes or boots will be right in my face!
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I no longer need to speculate!
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The customer is wearing turquoise, leather shoes...
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...with pastel-yellow socks!
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She even gives me a good look at her feet and footwear...
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...before using me to have her pretty shoes kissed!
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Like I said, her foot is now very much in my face!
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She knows exactly what she is doing...
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...humiliating me!
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And rightly so - for that's what I'm here for...
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...to be humbled by members of the Gynarchy public!
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My dirty, slave face is in stark contrast to her nice shoes
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The shoes are, inevitably, a little bit dirty...
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...but not as much as my bruised and battered face!
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I show my slavish respect for the customer and her shoes
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She switches feet several times in front of me...
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...just to emphasise her female power over me!
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Then, smilingly, she turns to leave me
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She is happy to leave me to rot...
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..with the lingering taste of her turquoise shoes in my mouth!
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She's now off to meet up with her boyfriend...
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...a real man!
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A man who doesn't have to kiss shoes all day long!
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I take one last lingering look at her fabulous footwear!
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