A pretty mistress stops on the ‘toepath’ in order to mock me
and use me. She comments on how pathetic and dirty I look, down amongst the
towpath weeds, before she imposes her sneakered feet on my menial mouth for
respect-kissing, one after the other.
I feel well and truly humbled.
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| A pretty mistress is strolling casually along the towpath |
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| She spots me in amongst the other weeds |
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| I hear her soft footsteps heading towards me |
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| The closer she gets, the more apprehensive I become, for I am helpless and at her female mercy |
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| Her sneakers stop directly in front of me, mocking my weakness |
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| 'Kiss my foot, slave!' comes the barked, female command from on high |
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| 'And the other one!' |
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| I kiss her sneaker admiringly, studying the way it is creased and contoured to her shapely feminine foot |
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| I likewise study and admire her sock... |
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| ...and, in particular, the pattern in the stitching of the sock |
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| She continues to switch her sneakered and socked feet in front of my weedy, feetkissing face... |
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| ...making me feel truly humbled! |
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| What an honour it is for the likes of me to have such a superior being stop by me... |
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| ...and to be permitted to touch her well-worn sneaker leather with my lowly lips! |
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| She switches feet several times... |
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| ...before silently leaving me to rot |
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| I must now humbly observe the backs of her departing sneakers... |
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| ...and socks! |