Desert Patio Footslave
The desert patio footslave must humbly and respectfully kiss-greet the dusty feet of his owners and their guests whenever they enter his owners’ desert home.
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The desert patio footslave doing what he does best - kiss-greeting his owners' and betters' feet |
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Under the blazing desert sun he must kiss feet... |
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...the natural moisture from his betters' feet being his only sustenance |
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He tastes hard toenail as well as soft skin... |
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...as he eyes up his better's sandal leather |
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Feet are his life... |
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...his lowly life! |
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The master's feet are waiting patiently for their turn to be kissed |
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And I'll wager the slave's lowly lips have already tasted the young woman's dirty sneakers... |
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...whilst his eyes feasted on her fabulous white socks! |
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He's dirt - and down amongst dirty and sweaty feet is where he belongs! |
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His humbling view of his betters' feet and footwear |
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He can smell the musty sandal leather... |
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...and the cheesey toes |
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Perhaps, if he's blessed, those sweaty white socks will be left inside his menial mouth later for a good suck-washing? |