An incredibly beautiful young woman confidently tracksuits towards me across the floor of the cafe.
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| A green-tracksuited, all-powerful young woman heads towards me |
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| Even from a distance, I have slavishly clocked her white sneakers and socks |
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| The sneakers and socks stop teasingly in front of me, biding their female time |
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| I am acutely aware of the pretty wearer of the sneakers and socks looking down upon me as the trash at her feet! |
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| Then, without uttering a female word, she shoves her left sneaker-toe beneath my menial mouth... |
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| ...swiftly followed by her right! |
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| I kiss-respect BOTH the sneakers - my default feetgreeter-slave position |
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| Welcome to my world - a world of carpet, tracksuit bottoms, sneakers and socks! |
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| And a lowly world in which I must demonstrate the utmost respect for the feet and footwear of my betters i.e. the cafe patrons |
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| I am mindful of the fact that each and every stitch in this young woman's socks is better than me! |
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| Her socked ankle is a superior entity to me! |
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| I dare not look up at her pretty face, but if I did I would see her glowering disparagingly down at me |
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| How a girl like this must despise a man like me... |
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| ...a lowly and impotent slave-man, fit only to kiss her outstretched sneakers! |
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| I truly am a piece of trash at her feet... |
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| ...a piece of sock-admiring, sneaker-tasting trash! |
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| I live for my customers' shoes and socks! |
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| And they live to humble and humiliate me along with all the other slaves they routinely encounter during their superior day! |
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| This particular customer-mistress is in no hurry to be on her way, switching her sneakered feet several times in front of my feetkissing face |
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| But eventually she turns to walk out the door with a triumphant little grin on her beautiful, female face |
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| And rightly so, for she has indeed triumphed! |
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| She has triumphed over me - a loser slave! |
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| A slave who is barely fit to even look her in the socks... |
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| ...but who does so anyway, thanks to his sheer slavish awe and wonderment at the beauty of her everyday, feminine footwear! |