My unpaid job as a public, humble-head slave does have its perks, the greatest of which must surely be the close-up and personal view that I get of my customers' sock-tops whilst I am kiss-respecting their outstretched shoes or boots - especially when those socks belong to a beautiful Asian girl, and even more so when she twists her shapely, Asian ankle around whilst demanding that I kiss the side of her sneaker!
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| She approaches me with the poise and decorum of a superior young woman about to use an inferior male slave |
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| Already I am most admirous of her white sneakers and matching short, white socks! |
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| The dominant sneakers and socks stop in front of me, as if gloating over me |
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| 'You kiss my feet, dirty slave!' barks an Asian-female voice down at me in a decidedly unfriendly tone |
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| This is one of the undoubted perks of my job - a close-up and personal view of my customer's sock! |
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| I'm obediently kissing the sneaker, but eyeing up the sock! |
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| Even when the young-woman wearer of the sneakers and socks switches feet in front of me, it's her socks that are uppermost on my menial mind! |
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| For these are the socks of an Asian goddess! |
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| 'You kiss side of my sneaker, fool! You a slave! You obey!' |
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| I am a slave and a fool, and I do obey! |
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| Not least because I am now getting to see the pretty customer-mistress's glorious white sock from a whole different angle! |
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| My side view of the sock! |
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| Her shoelaces brush against my nose, like little warning whips! |
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| This young woman clearly brooks no disobedience in a slave. And rightly so! |
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| How she must despise me - the abject, humble-head slave grovelling at her sneakered and socked feet! |
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| Even to the extent of having to kiss specific areas of her sneakers on command! |
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| She points her right sneaker-toe once again towards my menial mouth |
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| And again my lowly lips make contact with her white sneaker rubber and canvas, whilst my eyes are effectively glued to her white sock! |
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| A sock protected by whip-laces! |
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| She says nothing as she turns her back on me to leave |
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| And again, rightly so - for she is much too good to talk to the likes of me... |
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| ...other than to bark her female orders down at me! |
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| I am lower than her sneakers and socks! |
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| I, literally, look up to them! |
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| What a pathetic privilege - what a perk - to have spent some precious time in their female company! |
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| I watch the sneakers turn and walk disdainfully away from me... |
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| ...though I am still focussed on the socks... |
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| ...particularly the back of her right sock, which is the one currently still closest to my confined face! |
