They say that 'the early bird catches the worm', and this young woman - out for her early morning jog - has certainly captivated me (a footslave worm) with her fabulous running shoes and socks!
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| I am captivated by her even from a distance as she jogs towards my humble head... |
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| ...or, more accurately, by her fabulous, fast-approaching, running sneakers and socks! |
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| Plain black sneakers with thick, creased, grey ankle socks - a superb combination for a slave like me to have to confront first thing in the morning! |
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| The beautiful and lithe wearer of the fabulous sneakers and socks stands dominantly in front of me with a wry grin on her pretty face |
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| Then, without uttering a female word, she stretches forth her right sneaker towards my menial, municipal mouth, down amongst the dirt and the weeds |
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| My default position is, of course, to kiss the arrogantly outstretched sneaker-toe... |
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| ...beneath the equally arrogant, creased grey sock! |
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| Deftly she switches feet in front of my face... |
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| ...thereby exposing her left sock to my lowly, worm-like gaze! |
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| A similarly creased sock! |
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| Meanwhile I can sense her pretty face creased up with smirking, female laughter at me... |
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| ...the loser worm kissing the early bird's feet! |
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| How she gloats at her absolute power and authority over me... |
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| ...switching feet yet again in front of my face in order to reinforce her right sneaker-toe on my lowly lips! |
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| Satisfid with my utter degradation and humiliation at her feet, she turns to resume her early-morning jog |
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| She leaves a winner |
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| The smiling face of a winner |
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| The sad face of a loser-worm... |
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| ...staring wistfully at his pretty customer-mistress's departing, grey socks |
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| Oh how the worm wishes he could crawl to heel behind those socks! |
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| But instead he must watch them getting further away from his face |
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| Haha, what a loser! |
