All night long the prisoner-slave whose cell looks out onto the town square must kiss feet - the feet of his betters
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| The first pair of shoes he encounters this evening are muddied and buckled |
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| But he must not baulk at the dirt |
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| For it is the dirt on a superior young woman's shoe |
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| Nor must he flinch at the sight of her socks |
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| These are the shoes and socks of his better |
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| No doubt they have been on her feet all day |
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| And now it's nighttime, she wishes the lowly foothole-prisoner to show some respect |
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| It's worth her while venturing out in the rain for this |
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| For it makes her feel good to humble a male prisoner in this way |
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| He's a nothing and a nobody |
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| Whereas she is somebody |
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| She is a free woman of the Gynarchy |
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| And he, the male prisoner, can only look on with envy at her female freedom of movement |
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| She, literally, turns her back on him |
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| And disappears into the night |
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| As he focuses on the backs of her shoes and socks |
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| The next foot to be presented to him is a familiar one |
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| It's the black leather loafer shoe and white sock of regular prison-visitor, Ms Mukta madam |
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| Ms Mukta visits him almost every night |
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| So much does she enjoy lording it over him! |
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| She verbally mocks him as he kisses her feet through the bars of his lowly foot-cell |
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| She exults in the fact that she can walk away at any moment |
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| Whereas the prisoner-slave is going nowhere |
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| He's imprisoned in this lowly foot-cell for life |
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| A life behind bars, kissing the feet of others |
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| Of passers-by |
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| He takes one last lingering look at the back of Ms Mukta's white sock |
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| He shall dream about those socks tonight (if he gets any sleep!) |
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| Oh to be her sock! |
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| Accompanying her feet wherever they go! |
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| Lonely, he awaits the arrival of his next customer |
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| It's another familiar face/foot |
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| That of Ms Arabella madam |
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| She stoops down to kindly hitch up the bottom of her jean leg |
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| Thereby giving the lowly prisoner a better view of her grey sock |
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| He tastes her musty black shoeleather |
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| And admires the stitching in Ms Arabella's sock |
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| He dare not look at her bare leg skin above the sock! |
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| His domain begins and ends with her sock |
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| What a privilege, what a lowly honour, to kiss shoe after shoe and study sock after sock! |
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| Many foothole prisoners never get to taste this much showed or study this much sock! |
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| Ms Arabella deftly switches feet in front of his face |
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| Haha, what a loser he is! |
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| A shoe-kissing, sock-staring loser! |
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| How kind of her to visit him! |
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| But she can't stay long. She has a home to go to! |
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| Yet another delightful shoe and sock walks out of the foothole-prisoner's life |
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| He stares at it for as long as he can |
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| Who amongst the crowd ambling through the town square will be next to step up to his confined face? |
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| Glory be - yet another young woman heads directly towards him! |
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| This time wearing ballet flats and socks! |
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| Fancy, striped grey socks! |
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| The female shoe is once again unceremoniously shoved through the bars of his cage |
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| Swiftly followed by its sister shoe |
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| What a lucrative night for the prisoner - so many pretty shoes to kiss and socks to admire! |
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| This sock is low-cut. His eyes MUST not stray onto her bare ankle flesh! |
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| He is just a slave, after all! |
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| And slaves aren't fit to look their masters above the sock |
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| This customer is a stranger. He has never had the honour of serving her before |
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| The prisoner never forgets a pretty foot! |
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| Or shoe! |
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| she too, turns to leave him without saying a word |
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| Her body language says it all! |
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| She despises the foothole-prisoner |
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| Even her stripy grey socks are better than him! |
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| The foothold prisoner must now content himself with staring at the sole of her shoe |
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| Oh to be able to follow her to ballet-flatted heel! |
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| But he is behind bars - and always will be! |
