Occasional customers, Ms Sharon madam and her husband master George sir, have kindly decided to visit me on Xmas day in my freezing, dirty alcove. It's hardly a Xmas grotto, and yet they have taken precious time out from their busy Xmas Day schedule in order to 'gift' me Ms Sharon madam's boots - on my mouth!
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| The kindness of semi-strangers - visiting my menial mouth on Xmas Day... |
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| ...so that I might kiss-respect Ms Sharon madam's boots... |
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| ...and admire her Xmas-themed socks! |
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| Ms Sharon ensures that I kiss-respect BOTH her boots at Xmas... |
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| ...deftly switching her booted feet in front of my freezing and almost numb face! |
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| 'Kiss my wife's boots very well, slave, or it will be the public WHIP for you!' |
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| 'Yes, master sir. I hear and obey you, master George sir and mistress Sharon madam... |
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| ...Please don't beat me masters!' |
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| Meanwhile, Ms Sharon's festive sock towers mightily over my humble head! |
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| Holly and reindeers |
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| Her sock is not only higher, but better than me |
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| I bow my head before the superior sock... |
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| ...whilst the owner and wearer of the sock looks contemptuously down upon me! |
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| Meanwhile, master George sir continues to threaten me with the WHIP if my kisses to his wife's boots are not to her satisfaction! |
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| Fortunately for me, Ms Sharon madam is a kindhearted and forgiving young woman... |
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| ...She tells her husband she is satisfied with my performance, and the happy couple turn to leave... |
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| ...triumph written all over their festive faces! |
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| The faces of winners! |
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| Meanwhile, my own lowly, loser face continues to be bowed in suitably slavish respect behind Ms Sharon's departing boots |
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| I am not even worthy to look up at her in the sock! |
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| The shoes, boots and socks of my departing betters |
