She's a delicate flower of a young woman, and her dainty, feminine feet MUST be respected by the dirty public humble-head, down amongst the weeds.
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The delicate flower towers over the humble-head at her feet...
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...feet he must respectfully kiss, down amongst the weeds!
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Even her delicate sandals are flower-themed!
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The slave's dirty mouth is barely worthy to touch this young woman's toes!
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But touch them he must, as he MUST show her full, slavish respect!
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Her dainty toenails are delicate...
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...as is her soft skin
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The slave dare not look up at his pretty customer-mistress's legs...
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...since he is fit only to be her foot slave!
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Meanwhile, the delicate flower adeptly switches feet in front of his face...
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...before leaving him to rot in the dirt behind her!
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Such a pretty, delicate flower!
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Yet, a supremely confident one!
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She knows she is superior to the male slave...
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...and the slave knows it too, keeping his humble head bowed in her presence!
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He studies the backs of her sandals as she walks away from him...
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...and wonders if he will ever be blessed with their presence again?
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