My magnificent master-sir orders me to kiss-greet his visiting,
19-year-old niece’s dirty sneakers. The demure young woman is only too happy to
impose her street-soiled sneakers on my menial mouth. She therefore switches
her feet in front of my face several times. She, quite rightly, despises her uncle’s
house slave!
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My superb master-sir brusquely orders me to kiss-greet his visiting niece's feet... |
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...under threat of the WHIP! |
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I dutifully obey... |
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...as the bright young woman deftly switches her sneakered feet in front of my feckless face |
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I taste dirt... |
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...the everyday dirt and detritus of walked-in sneakers |
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Again, she switches feet |
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I get a good, if humbling, view of her sock |
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A fresh, white sock |
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But my menial mouth must concentrate on her dirty sneakers... |
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...for they are the sneakers of my infinite better - a young woman, and my master's niece! |
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My master keeps a close watch over my humiliation |
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His whip is ever ready to ensure my compliance |
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I hear my betters laugh and chortle high above me, exulting in their power and authority over me |
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My master-sir's sandalled feet |
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I have kissed those toes many times! |
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But for now it is superior, female sneaker that graces my lowly lips! |