A young woman approaches me wearing fancy, patterned socks.
Of course, I fancy them – but, as a slave, I must remain humbly professional
and focus on dutifully lickshining her black leather shoes.
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| She smiles winsomely down at me as she approaches me with her fancy, multicoloured socks! |
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| She stops to gloat over me - as most of my customers are wont to do |
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| 'Lickshine my shoes, slave! |
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| 'Yes, madam. At once, madam.' |
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| I must not be distracted by the customer's lovely sock! |
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| My job is to lick shoe - not admire sock! |
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| But I can hardly help it - given the proximity of the fabulous, female sock to my shoelicking face! |
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| Even the stitching in the multicoloured sock is superb! |
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| I certainly dare not look at my pretty customer above the sock! |
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| My role is to look down; not up! |
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| Just as the pretty mistress looks down on me, I must look down at her shoe below the sock - though, in my case, I am looking down with respect... |
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| ...not the contempt with which the young woman looks down upon me! |
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| She leaves as triumphantly smiling as she came... |
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| ...a smile of confidence, power and victory! |
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| Still I am enamoured by her socks! |
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| The multicoloured fancy socks of a fanciable goddess! |
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| Socks of greatness! |
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| Socks of POWER! |
