The sports-centre mistress is explaining to me, whilst I kiss-respect her sneakered feet, that my humble role from now on is to kiss the feet of everyone who passes by me in the sports-centre corridor.
But it's only after she's gone, and my 'customers' start approaching me, that my stupid brain realises the full nature of my humble role - which is to kiss the feet of men as well as women! Oh how humiliating! Oh how humbling!
I also quickly come to realise that my life, from now on, shall be dominated by sneakers and socks - particularly white socks!
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| The sports-centre worker kindly demonstrating to me what my humble role shall be from now on |
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| I listen to her wise female words and kiss-respect her female sneakers |
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| I admire the decorative hoops near the top of her white sports-sock... |
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| ...and the creases near the base of her sock - caused by the outstretched positioning of her foot |
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| She confidently switches feet in front of my face... |
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| ...and observes me repeatedly kissing her sneakers for several minutes... |
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| ...before leaving me to my humble fate at the feet, and the mercy, of the sports-club patrons |
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| I brace myself for much further humiliation as the young-woman worker departs and I start to come to terms with my lowly position |
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I don't have long to wait for my first proper customer!
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| For a beautiful, black mistress, carrying a sports kit bag, is coming down the corridor |
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| Sure enough, she stops in front of me. Or rather, her sneakers and socks do - since that's just about all I can now see! |
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| Then her right, sneakered foot is unceremoniously shoved beneath my confined face |
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| I sense her watching me from on high as I humbly, and respectfully, kiss her proffered sneaker-toe |
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| She too performs the switch - from right foot to left |
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| And yet again, I am confronted by pure, white sports sock! |
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| The white socks of a black goddess! |
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| All too soon for my lowly liking, the sneakers and socks turn to walk away from me... |
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| ...and before I know it, horror of horrors, the sweet feminine sneakers and socks are replaced by a man's sneakers and socks! |
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| It dawns on me that as he too is a patron of the sports club, so his feet must also be kiss-respected! |
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| Besides, he is a much better man than me, being a free male |
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| Like his female predecessors, he ensures that I kiss BOTH his feet. I see a pattern emerging! |
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| I hang my humble head in shame behind the sweaty master-sir's departing sneakers and socks |
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| How he must despise me - his corridor feet-kisser! |
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| But, as the young lady had explained to me earlier, this is my humble lot from now on... |
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| ...to be at the mercy of all and sundry; of men and women! |
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| Mercifully, the next customer to approach me is all woman! |
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| Again - the ubiquitous white socks! It seems obvious to me now that I shall predominantly be faced with white sports socks in my new lowly role! |
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| These particular white socks are considerably creased around the shapely, feminine ankles as they mockingly observe me... |
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| ...before the right sneaker (a decidedly dirty sneaker) is shoved onto my waiting, menial mouth |
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| I actually admire the contrast between the dirtiness of the sneaker, and the pristine white of the sock - so pathetic have I already become! |
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| As the female sneakers and socks turn to leave me, I again bow my humble head in abject shame! |
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| I am now the slave of everyone's sneakers and socks - a sports centre sneaker-and-sockieboy! |
