Here you see three bright young women of the Gynarchy gathered around me for a chat and a cigarette on the sink-estate walkway shortly before midnight. Of course, I am not a party to the girly gossip; nor am I permitted to smoke. My humble role is to simply act as a silent footrest for one of the young women as she casually leans against the wall above my humble head, and then to humbly kiss-respect their feet before they head off to wherever they are going this late at night!
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| Three girls enjoying a late-night cigarette and a chat around my confined humble head |
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| I am not a party to the chat, and barely even register on their collective, female consciousness! |
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| Right now, one of them is instinctively using me as a convenient footrest... |
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| ...thereby forcing me to look straight ahead at the sneakers and socks of her Muslim friend |
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| And a very fine pair of pink and white sneakers and white socks they are too! |
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| Meanwhile, standing to my right, is another pair of white socks, this time worn with red, white and blue sneakers... |
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| ...whilst the socks of the young woman using my head as a footrest are dark grey, and worn with a pair of dirty grey, high-top sneakers |
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| The heavy young woman is not afraid to press down on top of my head with all her weight! |
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| Truly I am surrounded by the sneakers and socks of my beautiful betters! |
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| All I yearn to do now is to kiss the sneakers, thereby demonstrating my slavish admiration for their respective wearers! |
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| It would also, of course, afford me the humbling opportunity to study each of their socks in more detail! |
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| The Muslim girl is first to grace my menial mouth with her sneakers |
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| I truly admire her clean, white socks as she switches her sneakered feet in front of my face! |
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| She is swiftly followed by the young woman wearing the red, white and blue sneakers... |
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| ...also a white-soxer; and again, those socks look pristine and fresh compared to the accompanying sneakers! |
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| Finally, it's the turn of the brilliant young woman who has been using me as a footrest |
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| Sadly, because of the high-top nature of her sneakers, I don't get as good a look at her socks. But just the knowledge that at least one of those plain grey socks has been resting on top of my humble head fills me with pathetic, footslavish pride! |
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| You see, I'm a sockieboy-slave - obsessed with my betters' socks! |
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| Their socks are my life - and brighten up my days; and nights! |
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| Having used and abused me, the three fabulous young women, and their sneakers and socks, casually turn to walk away from me |
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| I now have the inestimable humiliation of having to look at the residual dirt on the ground where their sneakers have just been! |
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| They are continuing to chat with one another as they walk away - but not about me |
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| I mean, I'm hardly the focal point of their superior female lives! |
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| I'm just a down-in-the-dirt, raggedy-assed public footslave, as far as they are concerned! |
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| An anonymous nobody; a public humble-head; a thing that kisses their feet on demand! |
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| I audaciously raise my humble head from the ground (as far as my iron neck-collar will allow) and admiringly watch the backs of their sneakers as they abandon me |
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| My humbling view of all three pairs of disappearing, dirty sneakers - sneakers I have just kissed! |
