An eccentrically dressed young woman – a young woman of lacy-socked
power – approaches my humble head for a lick and a shine of her female shoes.
Her lacy, red nylon socks tower masterfully over my humble head as I taste
where she has been.
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| She approaches me in all her eccentricity and power |
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| She stops to stand confidently in front of me - confident in her lacy-socked power over me! |
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| 'Shine my shoes, boy, And DON'T touch my socks!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.' |
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| She deftly switches feet in front of my face in order to ensure that I get an equal taste of BOTH her shoes! |
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| Then, as I continue to humbly taste where she has been walking, she switches her attention to her phone |
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| She continues to subliminally switch feet from time to time in front of my menial, municipal mouth... |
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| ...glancing down from her phone occasionally to ensure my continued compliance with her orders |
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| 'Lick the underneath, slave. Clean off all the gunk, and that!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress.' |
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| Satisfied with my humility and compliance, she once again turns her female attention to her phone |
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| Meanwhile I am acutely aware of her untouchable lacy, nylon sock towering over my humble head! |
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| Lacy-socked power! |
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| I am worth less than her socks... |
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| ...and have less power than them... |
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| ...the power to humble and humiliate! |
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| Lick...lick...lick...lick...sock...sock...sock...sock... |
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| She largely ignores me now... |
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| ...before silently turning to head off... |
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| ..in absolute, feminine lacy-socked triumph! |
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| The face of female contentment and victory! |
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| The face of male-slave humiliation and defeat! |
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| God bless you, socks. Mercy, socks! |
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| You are my masters, socks! |