A bright young woman approaches me across the yard clearly intent on my humiliation at her superior feet. And rightly so, for I am just a male slave, whereas she is a female master!
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I can tell by her determined stride as she makes her way confidently towards me that this girl is fully intent on humiliating me! |
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I therefore study her black leather ballet flats and short, grey socks as they get ever nearer to my confined face |
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The flats and socks stop directly in front of my face and rest a while - thereby giving me the opportunity to study them in even more detail, and to be in awe of them! |
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'Kiss my foot, slave!', barks the owner of the ballet flats and socks, and with that her right foot is shoved forwards onto my menial mouth... |
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...swiftly followed by her left foot! |
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I get a noseful of plain, grey sock whilst I am kissing the black leather ballet flat... |
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...as well as a humiliating eyeful! |
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I am in slavish awe of the shoe and sock in front of me. This is, after all, the shoe and sock of a beautiful young woman - my infinite better! |
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You see, I'm just a weed, down amongst all the other weeds at her feet! |
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Somewhat foolishly, I momentarily glance down from the sock as I seek out another area of shoe to kiss, provoking an angry reaction in the sock-wearer! |
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'Keep looking at my sock while you're kissing my foot, dirty slave!' |
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'Yes, mistress. I apologise, mistress!'. I hastily resume my humble observation of the sock in front of me! |
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My lowly view of the rows of stitching in the short, grey, feminine sock! |
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Meanwhile, the angry wearer of the sock towers over me like a female colossus... |
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...even though she is quite petite and slimly built! |
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She is nevertheless clearly not a girl to be messed with! |
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She DEMANDS my slavish respect for her shoes and socks! |
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Therefore she gets it! |
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I focus my eyes intently on the grey sock in front of my face whilst my lowly lips are kiss-respecting the sock's accompanying shoeleather |
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I am less than this girl's socks. Her socks are my masters! |
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And her socks can therefore have me whipped if I fail to be pleasing to them! |
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As they turn to leave me, I hang my head in shame at my inability to satisfy the socks with my humble service |
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Who knows what punishment the pretty wearer of the socks shall decree for me? I imagine it will be the WHIP, the usual punishment for insolence or disobedience - but how many lashes? |
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Maybe she will decide to have me WHIPPED in line with the total number of stitches in her socks? |
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That would mean HUNDREDS of lashes! |
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But I would deserve each and every one of them! |
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For there is no greater crime that a footslave can commit than to disrespect his master or mistress's socks! |
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And I have clearly displeased these socks! |
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Therefore I deserve to be WHIPPED! |
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The WHIP will soon teach me not to look away from a customer's socks whilst kissing their feet! |