The bright young woman is only pretending to be friendly towards me. Before she has me kiss-respect her feet, she mock-sympathises with my predicament, saying it must be awful for me having to kiss people's dirty shoes and boots all day long - and all night? She then seemingly expresses sweet feminine sympathy for my 'poor neck', which must be 'very stiff and sore' in its heavy, iron neck-shackle?
After I have humbly thanked her for her kind remarks, her mood changes and she reveals her true colours by curtly ordering me to kiss her feet. I can sense her sniggering at me as I humbly obey her.
She then turns and walks away from me, without any further words of sympathy - or, indeed, any words at all!
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| She looks nice and sympathetic as she makes her way towards me through the weeds |
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| I just hope this young woman won't hurt me - for, like all who encounter me, she has power over me |
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| I brace myself |
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| Her shoes and socks initially seem to express sympathy for me |
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| But they soon show their true colours by curtly ordering me to kiss them |
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| These are everyday plain black shoes with plain grey socks... |
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| ...though worn by a stunningly beautiful young woman |
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| She now looks down on me with contempt - not sympathy... |
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| ...the contempt with which a superior being views an inferior... |
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| ...an inferior who must kiss her feet! |
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| I hear her take a relaxing drag on her cigarette high above me - without, of course, offering me one! |
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| Smoking is not for slaves; nor drinking; nor even eating proper human food! |
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| As far as she is concerned, I am there merely to kiss feet - the feet of my betters |
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| And she smirkingly knows she is very much my better... |
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| ...just as I know I am very much her inferior! |
