It's late at night, and a determined customer-master strides purposefully towards me, clearly intent on having me kiss-respect his superior feet. Technically speaking, under the laws of the Gynarchy, he's supposed to have a female present with him, so that she can authorise my humiliation at another man's feet.
But who am I going to complain to? After all, there's nobody else about! So I just get on with it - and kiss his feet.
One small bonus - he is wearing nice socks!
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A lone master-sir approaches me from across the yard late at night |
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No sign of any female accompanying him! |
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However, he can still use me if he wants to. After all, I'm not exactly in a position to stop him! |
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As expected, the master-sir orders me to kiss his feet... |
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...BOTH of them! |
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I am, of course, never off duty. Day or night I must kiss feet upon demand; 365 days a year! |
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I am, effectively, the slave of everyone! |
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Though, right now, I am the slave of this man! |
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He switches feet again and I daringly admire his short, black sock |
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He's not happy with that, and snaps down at me to concentrate on kissing the toe of his dirty shoe! |
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I immediately lower my gaze from sock to shoe |
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Thankfully, the man takes no further action against me... |
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...even though he storms off looking less than happy! |
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I bow my head behind his departing sneaker heels as he walks all over the other weeds |
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I can't resist, however, one final attempt to look up at his socks! |
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A man's socks are alright - in the absence of a woman's socks! |
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They are, after all, still the socks of my better - of a free man! |
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I should feel honoured to have kissed this superior man's feet, and to have had the privilege of observing his manly socks! |