Even late at night, when the city crowds have gone, the public humble-head slave receives no respite from kissing feet, as there is always some late-night revelled requiring his or her feet to be kiss-respected!
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A shadowy figure emerges from the darkness of the otherwise deserted street... |
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...deserted, that is, apart from its permanent footslave! |
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The sneakers and socks of the shadowy figure - a young woman - stop directly in front of the slave |
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Then, sure enough, the right sneakered foot is placed up onto the ledge beneath his confined face |
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He must now kiss the outstretched sneaker - his default position when no verbal order is forthcoming |
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The wearer of the sneakers silently switches feet and he repeats the humbling process on her left sneaker |
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You see, all day and all night the public humble-head slave must kiss feet... |
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...the feet of his betters! |
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The young woman switches feet several times in front of his face |
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She will have his footslavish respect and adoration - even if it is way past her bedtime! |
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The slave doesn't have a bedtime. He is never off duty! |
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Sleep is a luxury he cannot afford! |
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For it is more important that the public's feet should be kissed than that he should have any rest |
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Eventually, the young woman turns to leave him... |
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...heading home to the warm bosom of her boyfriend, no doubt! |
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The slave, meanwhile, must stay here and remain alert, lest another insomniac customer happens along |
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Other people's shoes and socks are his daily, and nightly, bread and butter! |
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'Good Mews' declare the sheep-themed, cartoon print, bright yellow socks as they walk away from him |
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But it's not good news - for the sheep socks are leaving him to rot behind them |
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'Sweet dreams' say the sheepish socks... |
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...but, as we've already established, the slave is forbidden to sleep and dream |
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Though I suppose he can always daydream about the socks... |
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...since they are the socks of such a bright and beautiful, young woman! |