I have nothing but superlatives to describe my next customer-mistress:
- The most beautiful
- With the best body
- And the best hairstyle
- Plus the best attitude
- Wearing the best outfit
- And, above all, of course, with the best sneakers and socks
that I have ever seen!
Mind you, I say that about all my customers! 😆
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| A superlative young woman heads supremely confidently towards me |
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| The closer she gets, the more I realise she is perfection personified! |
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| Even her sneakers and socks betray her superbly condescending attitude towards me |
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| She brusquely orders me to kiss her foot... |
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| ...followed by the other one |
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| And it's not just her socks towering over my humble head - it's her whole superlative being! |
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| How can a superb young woman such as this even bear to be in the lowly presence of a mere, public footslave such as myself... |
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| ...let alone have his lowly lips touching her superior footwear? |
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| Such kindness! Such generosity, on her part! |
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| She switches feet again in front of my face |
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| 'KISS THE SIDE OF MY SNEAKER, STUPID SLAVE!' |
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| I hastily obey, especially since this bright and intelligent young woman has kindly twisted her ankle around to facilitate me in side-kissing her arrogantly outstretched sneaker! |
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| She must know I am mesmerised by her shapely-socked ankle? |
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| I love the way the white cotton sock-stitches stretch over her anklebone! |
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| I even dare to look up at the vertical lines of stitching in the sock! |
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| I think my pathetic sock-admiration amuses her! |
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| What a pathetic sockieboy-slave I am! |
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| She, quite rightly, turns her back on me and walks away |
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| A perfect goddess leaves a gormless gimp behind her in the dirt! |
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| I'm just a weed, down amongst the other weeds - and dirt! |
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| I am fit only to look this superb, departing customer-mistress in the sock! |
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| So look up at sock I do! |
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| Oh to be one of those socks - to accompany those shapely, feminine ankles wheresoever they go! |
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| To feel the very fibre of my sock-being, stretching and twisting over her bare anklebone! |
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| To spend my entire, lowly sock-existence absorbing this superb young woman's superior ankle-DNA! |
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| Even to be just a single stitch in her socks would be an inestimable honour! |
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| Her socks!... Oh her socks!... |