A serene young woman climbs up onto the public shoelick-chair of power in front of me. As soon as I start to lickshine her sneakers, I find footslavish serenity in her pale blue socks!
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| A serenely-dressed young woman steps up onto the podium of power in front of my perma-kneeling face |
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| Already I am falling under the spell of her pale blue socks! |
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| I study the socks in as much detail as I can, since I know I will likely be spending the next few moments with them |
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| These are, after all, the socks of my presumed next customer-mistress! |
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| 'Lickshine my sneakers, boy!' |
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| 'Yes, petty mistress. At once, pretty mistress-madam!' |
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| Looking serene and relaxed, she leans back in her chair and takes out her phone in order to check her latest text messages |
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| I, meanwhile, concentrate on humbly licking her brown sneakers, and studying her blue socks! |
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| A public footslave has no business thinking about his customers beyond their shoes and socks! |
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| My customers' footwear is my only legitimate business |
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| From my lowly position I must even look up to their socks! |
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| And what a sight for sore, sockieboy eyes - pure SOCK! |
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| I happily lose myself in the customer's socks, beneath her chiffonous trouser legs! |
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| My humble world is now restricted to her shoes and socks - a serene world to inhabit; for a lowly footslave! |
