She’s a very feminine young woman, but still knows how to
act dominant in front of a public footslave!
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I hear her feminine footsteps click-clacking across the empty yard |
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She stops in front of me, to lord it over me |
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Then her right foot is unceremoniously extended towards my menial mouth: 'Kiss my foot, slave!' |
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She watches intently as I comply with her orders |
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'And the other one, slave!' |
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I kiss her now extended left foot |
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The decorative bow on the toe of her pink shoe tickles my nugatory nose |
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I can see her bare foot skin, of course, but only in my peripheral vision... |
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...as I dare not look such a superior young woman in the flesh! |
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She knows, and I know, that she is too good for me |
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I am fit only to kiss her feet |
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After some moments, she silently turns and leaves... |
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...supremely confident in her feminine superiority over the wretched, male slave |
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The face of a winner |
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The face of a loser |
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I bow my humble head in male shame behind her feminine shoe... |
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...and yearn to follow this pink-shoed goddess to heel! |