As a front-door porch footslave, I spend nearly all of my time surrounded by the sweaty, discarded shoes, boots and socks of my pretty mistress and her live-in boyfriend. Here you see me surrounded by their smelly boots and shoes as my mistress comes back from a shopping trip.
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| Surrounded by the discarded shoes, boots and socks of my betters |
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| As you can see, a pair of my mistress's pretty ankleboots are on the right side of my face, whereas a pair of her live-in boyfriend's sweaty, discarded sneakers and socks are on the left side |
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| Then, the door opens and in step the familiar sneakers and socks of my mistress! |
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| They stop in front of me and ready themselves to be kiss-respected by me |
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| The left, sneakered foot is first to be presented to my menial mouth |
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| Swiftly followed by the right foot |
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| I do respect my mistress and her boyfriend very much, and deem it an honour to live amongst their shoes and to kiss-respect their feet every time they enter or leave the premises |
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| The mistress, in particular, insists upon it! |
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| All too soon for my liking, she heads off towards the living room... |
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| ...leaving me down amongst her, and her boyfriend's, dirty shoes, socks and boots... |
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| ...and staring at her disappearing, white-socked ankles... |
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| ...both of them! |
