This suburban footslave's owners have positioned him looking out onto the street so that any passer-by who wishes to can stop and have their feet kiss-respected by him.
Plenty do avail themselves of the opportunity!
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| A happy couple, minding their own business as they enjoy a late-night stroll together, spot me with my humble, slave head trapped in the suburban garden fence |
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| They happily stop to mock me (not pity me)... |
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| ...with the master-sir asking me if I wouldn't like to kiss their feet, starting with his wife's 'lovely boots'? |
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| I humbly confirm (as I am required to by my owners) that I would indeed be honoured to kiss their feet, as they are both my betters, thanking them both kindly! |
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| The kindly mistress-madam then duly obliges me by unceremoniously shoving her right booted foot up to my confined face |
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| I bow my head below her dark brown sock in order that my lowly lips might touch her dirty, black bootleather |
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| I kiss the boot... |
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| ...and the other one as soon as she switches her feet in front of me |
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| The master-sir (her male partner) is right - they are a lovely pair of boots; and socks! |
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| What an honour! What a late-night privilege! |
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| The couple laugh at me in my humiliation |
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| Then it is the master-sir's turn to use me |
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| He rests his hand on the picket fence in order to steady himself as he switches his loafered feet in front of my face |
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| I must now study his sock! |
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| And what a superb, manly sock it is! |
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| My humble, head-on view of the master-sir's shoes and socks... |
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| ...and the boots and socks of his ladyfriend to the side! |
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| I can sense her continuing to laugh at me and at my humiliation at another man's feet... |
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| ...a much better man than me... |
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| ...her beloved! |
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| I overhear her congratulating her male partner... |
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| ...as he continues to humiliate me with his loafered feet! |
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| The happy, loving couple then continue on their journey down the suburban street... |
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| ...whilst I bow my head in shame next to their departing feet |
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| Feet I have just kissed... |
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| ...and socks I have just admired... |
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| ...the boots, shoes and socks of my infinite betters! |
