One of the things – perhaps the only thing – a public
humble-head slave should be grateful for, is that he gets to observe his
customers’ socks close up whilst he is kissing their feet i.e.
- The creases in their socks
- The weave of their socks
- Any dirt or dust stains on their
socks
- Any aroma emanating from their
socks
A slave must always be grateful for such small mercies. After all, his
customers’ socks are his life!
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| A mighty master-sir is using my public humble-head services |
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| As I kiss his feet, I have the inestimable honour of viewing his socks at ultra-close quarters |
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| My humbling, not to say humiliating, view of the magnificent customer-master's sock |
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| I can observe the weave of his white sock... |
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| ...as his mighty, manly foot is extended towards my menial mouth |
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| When he switches feet in front of my face, I get to see his other, matching sock! |
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| The sock of a REAL man! |
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| I dare not look up at the mighty master-sir above his socks |
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| He is too good for me to do so |
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| Though he, of course, is p[perfectly entitled to glower down at me from up above his socks! |
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| His socks represent the limits of my lowly existence |
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| I am subordinate to all my esteemed customers' socks! |
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| Their shoes and socks are my bread and butter! |
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| I should be grateful for such small sock-mercies! |
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| I bow my head in shame and humility behind the customer-master sir's socks as he heads off on his way |
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| His handsome head is, no doubt, full of disparaging and denigrating thoughts about me... |
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| ...the hapless public humble-head beneath his socks! |
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| My menial mind is now full of sock |
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| I continue to look up to the socks |
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| The socks, inside the shoes, of a REAL man! |
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| Sock! Sock! Sock! Sock! Sock! |
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| All is SOCK! |
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| SOCK! |
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| Socks! |
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| The master-sir's SOCKS! |
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| Just think - each and every individual stitch in this master-sir's socks is worth more than me! How I envy his sock-stitches! |
