This young woman is confidence personified as she approaches me from across the yard. Just look at the steely determination on her pretty face! She will have her sneakers kiss-respected, and her socks will be praised and admired by the lowly footslave!
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| The personification of female confidence heads towards me |
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| The closer she gets, the more nervous I become |
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| Her sneakers and socks stand pigeon-toed in front of me - but still exuding sweet feminine confidence |
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| Already I feel compelled to admire this bright and confident, young woman's socks... |
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| ...plain grey socks, but on such shapely, feminine ankles! |
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| I plead with the young woman's sneakers to be permitted to kiss-respect them |
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| She duly obliges me! |
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| I am thus reduced to being a sneaker-kissing, sock-admiring fool |
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| 'Verbally praise my sock, slave!', barks the bright young woman down at me |
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| 'Oh pray, pretty mistress's grey sock, if it pleases you pretty mistress's grey sock... |
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| ...truly you are wondrous to behold, oh grey sock... |
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| ...as you embrace and caress the mistress's shapely ankle, oh wonderful sock! You are my master, oh sock!' |
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| My humbling view of the customer's 'wondrous' sock... |
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| ...close enough to be able to make out the individual cotton stitches! |
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| 'Oh mistress's grey sock, praise be unto you, oh sock; my lord; my master!' |
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| Having sycophantically and obsequiously praised my customer's sock, I resume my kiss-respecting of its accompanying sneaker |
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| Truly I am the slave of these sneakers and socks... |
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| ...if only whilst they deign to stand in front of me! |
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| Fortunately, they seem in no hurry to leave! |
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| But eventually, the praised and worshipped sneakers and socks turn and head off... |
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| ...their pretty wearer's mocking laughter at me echoing through the otherwise empty yard... |
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| ...as she ponders in female disbelief my lowliness and wretchedness... |
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| ...a girl's sneaker-kisser and sock-praiser! |
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| I too ponder my lowliness and patheticalness |
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| But still I cannot resist the urge to cast one last lingering look of slavish awe towards the pretty customer's departing socks... |
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| ...socks of power; socks of confidence... |
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| ...female socks! |
Note how I, as a mere public footservant, don't get to see any of the mistress's soft, bare legflesh above the sock. Such sights would be for her boyfriend only - assuming she has one? I'm just a slave - and slaves only get to see socks!
