Epitome of Goddesshood
This morning, my first customer of the day is a beautiful jogger who kindly stops for a lick and a shine of her sneakers during her early morning run. It is an honour for the likes of me to serve such fabulous jogging sneakers!
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A superb young woman - the epitome of goddesshood - jogs towards me |
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She spots my humble head jutting out from the municipal wall |
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She stops to both pity and despise me |
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She then uses me to have her jogging sneakers lickshined |
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'Lick the sides, slave!' |
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I adjust my nugatory neck to lick the sides of the jogging goddess's sneakers |
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She deftly switches feet in front of my sneaker-licking face |
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I get a good view of her white sock... |
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...and her beautiful, brown skin above the sock |
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But I promptly lower my gaze. A municipal footslave is not permitted to look a customer above the sock! |
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I therefore focus my lowly eyes on the stitching in her white sock... |
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...whilst she focuses her haughty eyes on my abject submissiveness and lowliness! |
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I ponder how lowly I am... |
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...a jogging girl's sneaker licker! |
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She tarries a while with me - no doubt taking a breather from her run... |
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...whilst enjoying her humiliation of me |
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Then, silently, she jogs on |
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No words of congratulations or thanks for a job well done on her sneakers! |
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And nor should she thank me... |
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...I'm just a slave! |
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I continue to study and admire the stitching in her socks as she jogs away from me |
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These are the sneakers and socks of a jogging goddess! |
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What a great way to start my humble day! |
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I look at the residual dirt marks her sneaker soles have left on the concrete footblock beneath my face |
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And then study the sole of her departing sneaker... |
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...as well as her elasticated sock top |
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How I envy that sock... |
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...able to accompany the jogging goddess's foot wherever she goes... |
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...whilst absorbing her precious footsweat into the very fibres of its sock being! |
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The epitome of goddesshood jogs away from me |