As a footslave stationed on a semi-abandoned walkway close to the riverbank, I am grateful for the foot-company of occasional strangers - however cruel they may be!
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'Heh heh..look, my dear, a slave! Heh heh...let's go over and humiliate him!' |
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'Heh heh...How are you liking it, slave - trapped down there in the dirt at our feet?' |
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'Do you like the view?' |
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'Heh heh...we're going to make you kiss our feet, dirty slave! |
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'Yes, master sir, It will be an honour for me to kiss your feet, sir, and the feet of your lovely partner, sir. Please don't hurt me, sir!' |
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'Heh heh... Kiss it, boy! Kiss my shoe!... Heh heh heh heh...' |
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'A heh heh heh heh heh... That's right boy, kiss the shoe of your master! Heh heh heh...' |
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'I'm better than you, slave. Show me respect! Heh heh...' |
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'Heh heh... Now it's your turn, my dear! Step up to his face and make him kiss your sneakers. Show him who's boss! Heh heh heh heh...' |
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'A heh heh heh heh heh!... That's right, darling. He's just a slave!... heh heh heh' |
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'Look, he's kissing your foot, beneath your plain grey anklesock!... Heh heh heh...' |
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'You're his master too, just like me!... Heh heh heh' |
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The master-sir is not wrong! I am his female partner's slave, and she is my master right now - just as he was before her! |
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And I am indeed having to kiss her sneakers beneath her plain grey, heavily creased anklesocks... |
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...socks which tower masterfully over my humble head! |
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Her whole leg is my master! |
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How the happy couple laugh at me... |
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...as the young woman repeatedly switches her sneakered and socked feet in front of my face, much to her male partner's evident delight! |
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I hear him telling her she looks fantastic! |
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Which she undoubtedly must... |
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...being a bright young woman of the Gynarchy, having her feet kissed in public by a lowly, male humble-head! |
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Gynarchy goddess meets gormless, maleslave fool! |
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As the couple leave, the master-sir applauds and congratulates his pretty girlfriend |
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He tells her that they are both now my masters, and can come back and humiliate me at their leisure! |
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I hope and pray that they do... |
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...for I constantly yearn for the company of strangers' feet... |
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...even the feet of cruel strangers such as this couple! |
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I just yearn for such human contact... |
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...if, indeed, they are human? |