Today I am confronted with two absolutely superb Asian customers and their socks – firstly, an arrogant and haughty young woman wearing black, suede leather ankle boots with scrunched down, thick, grey, calf-length socks has me
kiss-respect her boots, whilst an equally superb male
customer wearing dark grey sneakers and black socks beneath his pale blue denim jeans waits patiently in the wings for his turn to use my menial mouth on his
superior footwear.
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| Arrogance and haughtiness personified |
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| I am acutely aware of the superb Asian customer-mistress's thick grey sock towering over my humble head as I kiss-respect her outstretched boot toe |
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| It is a sock of greatness - of a superior being to me, since she is female |
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| What a privilege, what an honour, to even breathe in the same air as her socks! |
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| Meanwhile in the distance I can observe a waiting master-sir's shoes |
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| His socks are darker than the mistress's... |
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| ...the socks of a real man! |
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| But, this being a gynarchic society, the man must wait for the woman to finish using me |
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| She has every right to have both her boots kissed! |
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| She therefore deftly switches her booted and socked feet in front of my feckless, feetkissing face |
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| Only when she turns to proceed on her way can the patient master-sir (also Asian) step up to my face |
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| 'Slave look only at master sock!', he barks down at me |
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| 'Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir!' |
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| I duly focus my lowly eyes on the Asian master-sir's sock, as my mouth kisses his manly shoe |
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| Meanwhile, the boots and socks of his female predecessor are, sadly, disappearing into the distance |
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| Truly I am subject to the shoes and socks of my betters, and fortunate to be so! |
