As a footslave on a busy stairwell leading to and from a train station platform, I am kept permanently busy - kissing the feet of superior passers-by.
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| A young woman, descending the steps, spots my humble footslave head |
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| She stops in front of me in order to make up her pretty mind as to whether to use me or not |
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| She decides she will use me, and curtly orders me to kiss her feet! |
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| I obey the pretty commuter-mistress, kissing her outstretched black and grey sneaker... |
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| ...whilst admiring her white sock! |
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| I particularly admire the fancy stitching in the sock! |
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| Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! |
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| She casually switches feet in front of my face |
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| Her attitude is one of haughty aloofness towards me |
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| And rightly so, for I'm just a slave, whereas she is a bright and intelligent young woman! |
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| She towers over me like a petite, feminine colossus! |
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| Even that slither of white sock is better than me - being her sock! |
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| I must show my slavish respect for this bright young woman's superior sneakers and socks! |
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| What an honour - to publicly kiss the feet of such a bright and beautiful young woman! |
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| I am not worthy even to breathe in the aroma of her sneaker-leather - let alone look at her sock! |
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| She haughtily heads on her way... |
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| ...with her pretty head, quite rightly, held high! |
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| Whereas I keep my humble head low... |
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| ...as befits a public footslave witnessing the departure of his superior customer's sneakers and socks! |
