A happy, handsome couple spot me and decide to use me in the train station corridor.
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Spotted and about to be used |
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The handsome, happy couple make a joint beeline towards me |
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The young woman stands directly in front of me in her dirty boots, hitches up her jean leg, and asks me what I think of her sock? |
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I tell her I think her brown sock is absolutely fantastic, begging her female pardon and forgiveness |
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And, let's face it, it is a fantastic sock; on a fantastic ankle; inside a fantastic boot! |
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I am then afforded the honour of kissing the aforementioned boot... |
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...swiftly followed by her other boot |
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'Remember to verbally praise my sock while you're kissing my boot, sockieboy-slave!' |
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To her male partner's great amusement, I obediently pause my bootkissing in order to praise female, brown sock |
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'Oh pray pretty mistress-madam, if it please you pretty mistress-madam, praise be unto your brown sock, madam!' |
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Like I said before, it is a truly fantastic sock - worthy of a slave's humble praise! |
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I then resume my filthy bootkissing |
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Boots, socks, dirt, humiliation - such is my lowly life as a station-corridor footslave |
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It's where I belong - at the dirty feet of my betters! |
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Speaking of which, the master-sir now takes his turn on my face |
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He too has me kiss-respect BOTH his loafer shoes... |
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...whilst his pretty partner gleefully watches on |
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The happy handsome couple then turn to leave hand in hand... |
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...gloating in their joint humiliation of me! |
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And rightly so, for I am here to be humiliated! |
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I'm just a humble-head slave... |
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...not fit even to follow their shoes, boots and socks to heel... |
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...though I can follow them with my eyes! |