There is no rest for a station corridor shoe and boot kisser - especially when a train comes in to the nearby platform!
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| As a station-corridor shoe kisser, I must remain constantly alert to the feet and footwear of passers-by... |
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| ...as any one of them may stop at any time in order to have their feet kissed! |
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| Here you see me kissing the canvas sneakers of a young woman who has kindly stopped by me |
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| I particularly admire her short, black sneaker socks as I pay labial homage to her arrogantly outstretched sneaker-toe |
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| She deftly switches feet in front of me. MOST of my customers do require BOTH their feet to be kissed! |
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| Of course, I am not allowed to look her in the eye - only in the eyelets of her shoes |
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| She has complete power and authority over me - and clearly revels in it; as do all my customers! |
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| And, like the vast majority of my customers, she doesn't say a word to me throughout our encounter of unequals |
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| Then again, why would a superb young woman such as this want to waste her pretty breath on the likes of lowly me? |
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| I am fit only to bow my head behind her departing sneakers and socks... |
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| ...as I contemplate my lowliness and wretchedness... |
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| ...worth less than her socks! |
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| I shamelessly can't resist, however, following her sneaker heels onto the platform with my eyes |
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| This also gives me the 'heads up' as to my next likely customer - immediately after a train pulls in |
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| A fantastic pair of female boots and socks are now making their way towards me |
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| I do hope they stop! To kiss-respect such a fabulous pair of female boots would indeed be an honour - not to mention the privilege of studying the bright young woman's bootsocks! |
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| Thankfully, the yearned-for boots and socks stop directly in front of my expectant face |
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| Again, no words pass between us, but the left boot is unceremoniously shoved towards my menial mouth |
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| Oh how the female boot (and sock) towers over my humble, bootkissing head! |
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| Again, the young-woman wearer of the boots and socks switches feet in front of my face |
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| Sadly, she doesn't stay long. Presumably, she has more important places to be? |
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| It's not long, however, before the next recently disembarked passenger approaches my face... |
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| ...a man this time. A proper man - not like me! |
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| Obviously, a public footslave like me has no say over whose feet he kisses |
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| I am the slave of all who wish to use me... |
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| ...and must show them all equal, footslavish respect! |
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| I must even (by Law) admire their socks, regardless of the gender of those socks! |
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| Not that it's difficult to admire this master-sir's manly, dark grey socks inside his sneakers! |
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| I, of course, feel utterly wretched and humiliated to have had to kiss another man's feet - even if he is, self-evidently, a much better man than me... |
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| ...but I know it won't be long until the next pair of pretty female feet come along! |
