Pretty Dress, Pretty Boots, Pretty Socks
A pretty customer-mistress - in a pretty dress and with pretty boots and socks - walks confidently towards me on her way out of the cafe. She stops by my kneeling face, though only briefly of course, in order to have her feet kiss-respected by the cafe's complimentary feetgreeter-slave!
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A pretty customer in a pretty dress and with pretty boots and socks heads towards me |
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The closer her boots and socks get, the prettier they become! |
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Finally, the boots and socks stop directly in front of my kneeling face |
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Then, without any further ado, the right boot is unceremoniously shoved towards my waiting lips... |
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...swiftly followed by the left |
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I admire the sock as I am kissing the boot... |
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...and again with her right boot and sock when she switches her feet back again |
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Then, all too soon, the humiliating (for me) ritual is over |
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The pathetic feetgreeter-slave is left behind, kneeling forlornly on the floor... |
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...whilst the pretty boots and socks head off into the town |
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I audaciously take one last lingering look at the customer's departing socks... |
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...as I may never see them again! |