At first, the bright young woman walking casually down the station corridor is seemingly uninterested in using me. But then, she does decide to stop - and she actually ends up taking a considerable interest in my humiliation at her sneakered feet!
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| A possible, pretty passer-by |
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| I doubt she'll stop, though |
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| I am proved wrong. Seemingly I am to be confronted by her sneakers! |
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| I can sense her looking down upon me with righteous, young-womanly contempt! |
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| 'Kiss my sneaker, slave!' |
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| She receives a text message |
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| She answers her text message |
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| She subliminally switches her fine feet in front of my feckless face whilst continuing to text |
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| 'KISS HIGHER UP THE LACES, SLAVE!' Her angry, female voice echoes around the corridor! |
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| Now she seems to be taking a great interest in my humiliation - directing exactly which part of her sneaker I am to kiss! |
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| She's still watching me as she switches her sneakered feet again in front of my face |
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| I admire the elasticated top of her white sneaker-sock... |
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| ...I get a good view of her sock, thanks to her shouted stipulation that I kiss higher up her laces! |
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Same goes for the other sock, as she yet again switches feet in front of my feetkissing face!
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| Then, suddenly, without saying a further word, she turns and leaves. What an interesting customer-mistress. A goddess who clearly knows her own mind. I like that! |
