'Kiss my feet, slave, and kiss them very well. Or I will have
you whipped!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. I will be a good feetkisser
to you sir. Please don’t have me beaten, master sir!’
All day long I must kiss feet in the African Gynarchy – and do
it very well!
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'Kiss my feet, slave, and kiss them very well. Or I will have you whipped!’ |
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‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. I will be a good feetkisser to you sir. Please don’t have me beaten, master sir!’ |
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I duly kiss the master-sir's feet very well... |
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...whilst his female companion looks on! |
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These are the feet of a real man! |
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I can smell their natural, manly odour as my lips embrace the master-sir's big toenail |
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His female companion is amused by my obsequiousness towards her beloved boyfriend |
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'Kiss harder, slave!' |
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'Yes, master sir. I obey you, master.' |
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The foot I would much rather be kissing... |
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...the foot of an African goddess! |
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How she despises me... |
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...as I kiss her man's feet! |
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I really am down at heel... |
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...and must show the utmost slavish respect for the feet of my betters. |
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Otherwise they shall have me WHIPPED! |
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Better to kiss feet than to feel WHIP! |
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Dusty, African feet! |
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I am a nothing and a nobody |
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My masters walk off, leaving me behind in the African street-dirt |
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I keep my humble head respectfully bowed behind their departing feet |
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Sweet feminine toes, sadly unkissed by maleslave mouth... |
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...at least, on this occasion! |
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Oh to be able to follow this couple to heel, and serve them all my days! |
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But I'm just a public humble head, condemned to spend the rest of my life kissing the feet of strangers |