As a skirting board slave, my humble role is to kiss the feet of all who pass by me in the corridor. Here you see me kiss-respecting my pretty mistress's feet (the owner of the property).
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| My owner approaches me |
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| She stops to gloat in front of me, asking me how I am liking it being confined in her skirting board? |
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| It's a rhetorical question, not requiring an answer. But even if I wanted to answer it, my menial mouth is soon blocked by her outstretched shoe-toe! |
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| My mistress loves having me kiss her feet |
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| It makes her feel so strong and powerful. And rightly so! |
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| I, of course, have regard for her sock whilst I am kissing her loafer shoe |
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| I admire my mistress's socks very much |
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| She wears socks with virtually all of her shoes and boots |
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| I think because she knows it adds to my humiliation to be so close to her socked feet and ankles! |
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| 'Don't look at me above the sock, slave!', she warns. |
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| 'No mistress. I obey you, mistress. Please don't beat me, mistress!' |
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| I ensure that I keep my humble head bowed so that my eyes do not stray above her sockline! |
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| The shoes and socks then carry on their way |
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| Still, I keep my humble head bowed - ever mindful of my mistress's sock-warning! |
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| I can hear her smirk in feminine triumph as she leaves me to rot behind her |
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| And rightly so. For she knows she is better than me... |
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| ...and that I am fit only to look her in the shoe and sock! |
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| I am, literally, the skirting board trash at her feet! |
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| Even her socks are worth more than me! |
