On a blisteringly hot summer's day, a pretty, passing mistress asks me how I am liking it - being confined with my humble head right next to a 'smelly old trashcan'?
I humbly thank the kind mistress for her kind question, and inform her that I am liking it, but not that much, if she would be so kind and understanding to an humble footservant at her feet madam?
She just laughs (at me) and orders me to kiss her feet!
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Humbly explaining that I like the smell of the trash can - but not that much!
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'Kiss my feet, slave!'
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I kiss the mocking mistress's outstretched big toe...
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...whilst breathing in the aroma of her white, leather sandal-strap
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Same on her other foot
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Her bare leg towers mightily over me...
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...as does she!
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She looks so powerful and in control...
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...with her hands resting on her shapely hips!
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She is still tittering out loud at me as she turns to leave...
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...a tittering of triumph!
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Such a pretty and self-assured young woman!
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Yet I am fit only to look at her feet!
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Indeed, I am less than her shoes!
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Her painted toenails are worth more than me!
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I'm just a smelly old, feetkissing humble-head next to a smelly old dustbin!
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No wonder she despises me!
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I'm not fit even to crawl after her to heel. I'm trash!
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