'Clean my feet, boy. Spruce up my sandals and socks!’
Not the words a municipal footslave wants to hear when
approached by a fat master-sir, but words which, nonetheless, must be uncomplainingly obeyed.
Now, if it was a fat mistress-madam giving the same orders,
that would be a completely different matter!
I use my lowly lips to obediently suck-clean the master sir’s
sweaty, white socks.
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| 'Clean my feet, boy. Spruce up my sandals and socks!’ |
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| Not words a public footslave ever wants to hear from a fat and sweaty master-sir, but words which, nevertheless, MUST be obeyed! |
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| I 'spruce up' the customer-master's socked toes by sucking on them |
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| This is the sock of a REAL man |
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| His socks are better than me |
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| Everything about him is better than me |
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| He barks his manly orders down at me without any sympathy or compassion |
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| The man wants his sandals and socks spruced up, so spruced up they shall be! |
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What a mighty master-sir...
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...and what an impotent slave at his feet!
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| He switches feet and I sniff-taste his other sock... |
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| ...before he turns without saying a further word and leaves me to rot in the dirt behind him |
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| I bow my humble, sock-sprucing head in shame... |
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| ...and contemplate my utter lowliness and helplessness! |