Most of my interactions with members of the general public amount to nothing more than casual encounters. Here you see one such casual, routine encounter with a superior customer-mistress, as she stops to have her sneakers kiss-respected on the street!
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| A potential customer-mistress is casually walking down the street, minding her own business |
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| She spots me... |
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| ...and ponders whether or not to use me (knowing that I have been placed here by my owners to be used) |
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| She decides to have me kiss-respect her white sneakers... |
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| ...BOTH of them! |
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| What an honour - to kiss the feet of such a beautiful stranger... |
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| ...and to view her white sock at such ignominiously close quarters! |
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| These are, after all, the sneakers and socks of a passing goddess! |
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| Her sock stitching, I note, is fetchingly twisted around her shapely ankle |
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| It is truly a sock to be admired! |
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| 'KISS THE SIDE OF MY SNEAKER, SLAVE!' |
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| I obey instantly - especially as the customer-mistress has been kind enough to twist her ankle around to facilitate me! |
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| Having thoroughly humbled me, the bright young woman continues on her merry way... |
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| ...her pretty face a picture of absolute triumph... |
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| ...whereas my face is that of a loser... |
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| ...a loser who has just kissed the feet of a stranger, and who is worth less than the stranger's socks! |
