As a prisoner-slave confined in the public stocks, I am subject to hourly humiliations - even at the most ungodly of hours! Here you see me having to kiss-respect the feet of a bright young woman and her boyfriend when it's gone way after midnight!
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| It's the young woman who takes the lead in my late-night humiliation. She asks me how I am liking it - having to stare at her sneakers and socks that have been on her feet all day? |
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| I humbly, and truthfully, confirm that I like it, but not that much, begging her female pardon and understanding madam? |
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| My humbling view of the side of her sock... |
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| ...close enough to see the individual rows of stitching! |
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| I'm treading on thin ice here, for a slave must never denigrate his betters' footwear, whilst at the same time he must convey his sense of utter humiliation at his lowly and impotent position! |
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| I must therefore praise the young woman's sneakers and socks, but in sad and anguished tones! |
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| She kindly puts me out of my misery by ordering me to kiss her feet |
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| This is what my menial mouth is best at - not talking, but rather kissing feet! |
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| Her manly boyfriend, meanwhile, chuckles at my humiliation at his 'bird's' feet |
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| You'd never catch him doing this! He loves and respects his girlfriend, but he would never abase himself at her feet! |
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| He needn't worry. He'll never have to. Indeed, quite the opposite - for his pretty girlfriend now steps to one side and invites her beloved boyfriend to use me in similar fashion to what she has just done! |
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| I must then listen to her feminine guffaws of laughter echoing around the near empty town square as her boyfriend steps up to my face with his brown leather boots! |
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| It amuses him to have his feet kissed in front of his girlfriend by another man - a lesser man! |
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| A man who is confined in the stocks at his superior, manly feet! |
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| I am, of course, still acutely aware of the young woman's nearby sneakers and socks - even whilst my lowly lips are tasting the master-sir's bootleather! |
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| Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! |
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| I kiss the boot of a real man... |
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| ...whilst his pretty girlfriend laughs at me and tells him he looks fabulous! |
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| I can even hear the distant chortling of an elderly magistrate master-sir, out for a late-night stroll through the town square - as he often does! |
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| Joyous laughter fills the night-time air... |
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| ...almost drowning out the sounds of my kisses to bootleather... |
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| ...the bootleather of my better! |
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| Kissing manboot, whilst female sneaker gleefully watches on. |
