Regular customer Ms Purity madam always delights in having me brain-worship her socks whilst I am kiss-respecting her sneakers. She WILL not permit my menial mind to deviate from her socks - and rightly so, for her socks are, like her, pure and clean!
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| The familiar figure of regular customer-mistress Ms Purity madam approaches my dirty, footslave alcove |
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| This is where purity meets dirt |
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| She very deliberately hitches up the hem of her dress to reveal her white socks to me... |
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| ...the socks of purity |
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| Even the individual stitches are pure, because they are her socks! |
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| 'Kiss my sneaker, boy!' |
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| 'And the other one!' |
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| It is always a great honour to pay lip-homage to Ms Purity's sneakers |
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| 'Look only at my sock, slave, while you're kissing my sneaker!' |
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| 'Study the sock and mentally worship it!' |
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| 'Yes, Ms Purity madam. I obey you, and your sock, madam.' |
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| I obediently brain-worship the sock of Purity |
