Nine times out of ten, when a young woman encounters a
helpless public humble-head slave, she will stop to use him – as is her perfect
female right!
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She spots me, whilst she is out for a stroll |
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She contemplates using me |
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As is the case in nine times out of ten, she decides to go ahead and humble me: 'Kiss my foot, slave!' |
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I kiss her foot |
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'And the other one, slave!' |
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I kiss her other foot |
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My entire lowly field of vision is now dominated by this bright young woman's shoe and sock |
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I particularly admire her sock |
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She silently switches feet again, giving me a close-up and personal view of her other sock! |
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I can sense the look of female contempt for me writ large across her pretty face |
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'Study my sock, slave!' |
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Fabulous! I now have this superb young woman's explicit female permission to study her sock! |
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I can now legitimately study the lines of stitching in her white sock... |
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...and how the reinforced stitches in the elasticated top of her short sock interact with the main body of the sock |
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What a privilege, what an honour, to be so close to a young woman's sock! |
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Such a shapely sock - on a shapely ankle! |
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Both her socked ankles are shapely! |
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Sock! Sock! Sock! Sock! Sock!... |
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...All is female shoe and sock - in my face! |
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Having used me, she silently turns to leave me... |
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...confident in her superiority over me |
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After all, I have just had to study her socks! |
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I remain mesmerised by the socks... |
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...as they turn their shapely backs on me! |
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Oh to be a fly on those socks! |