A happy couple spot a foothole prisoner whilst they are promenading together out on the street
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‘Look honey – a foothole prisoner-slave! Let’s humiliate
him with our feet!’ |
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‘Hehe – how are you liking it down there, footboy? How do
you like having to look at people’s shoes and socks all day?’ |
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‘Oh pray master sir, if it pleases you master sir, this
slave likes it sir, on account of his being a pathetic and impotent footslave
sir, begging your pardon sir, and that of your good lady partner sir?’ |
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‘Hehe – kiss my feet, boy!’ |
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'Now it's your turn honey - step up to his face and make him kiss your feet!' |
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'You heard my boyfriend, dirty prisoner - kiss my feet!' |
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'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. Please don't have your boyfriend beat me, madam.' |
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I fervently, and respectfully, kiss madam's feet through the bars of my public foothole cell |
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Meanwhile, her boyfriend's shoes and socks - which I have already kiss-respected - watch on! |
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Truly I am down amongst the feet of my betters! |
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It is an honour for me to view their socks... |
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...and to smell their dirty sneakers as I kiss them! |
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Dirt, sneakers, socks - such is my lowly life... |
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...the life of a publicly confined foothole prisoner-slave! |
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I look up to my betters' socks... |
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...whilst they look down on me |
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Oh how joyous for this happy couple - to be able to jointly humiliate a public footservant! |
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'You look superb having your feet kissed, honey!' |
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The master-sir is not wrong! |
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His beauteous girlfriend does look superb! |
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Not that I can see her above the sock! |
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The triumphant couple turn and walk away from me |
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I only wish I could permanently follow them to heel... |
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...as their personal sneaker and sock slave! |
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That way I would get to smell their socks... |
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...as well as looking at them! |