A young woman in a red tracksuit and white sneakers approaches
my humble head with a bemused grin on her pretty face. She stops to first of
all mock me, and then use me for her own casual amusement – as is her perfect right.
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| I can hear her chuckling with mirth at me even before her feet reach me |
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| 'Haha, how are you liking it, slave? How do you like being down amongst the dirt of people's dirty shoes and boots?' |
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| 'Kiss my sneakers, slave. They're dirty!' |
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| I obey the pretty mistress |
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| As I taste her everyday sneaker dirt, I am overwhelmed by the sight of her fabulous white sock... |
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| ...and the way it so neatly follows the contours of her shapely ankle bone |
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| When she switches feet for the first time in front of my face, all I can smell is leathery, rubbery sneaker toe! |
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| She's right to mock me with mirth, of course... |
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| I'm just a dirty shoelicking, sock-admiring slave! |
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| A nothing and a nobody |
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| Worth less than her pretty sock! |
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| Of course, I dare not look up at the pretty customer-mistress's face |
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| Only down at her socks and sneakers... |
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| ...the socks and sneakers of a local, tracksuited goddess! |
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| She turns to leave me... |
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| ...still chuckling and laughing as she exults in her power and authority over me! |
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| I'm not laughing |
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| I remain respectful of her departing feet and footwear |
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| I'm just a weed, down amongst the other weeds |
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| my humbling view of her departing shoes and socks |
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| Oh to be able to follow that sock to heel! |
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| To nuzzle and trace the white stitches with my nose |
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| But all I can do is look... |
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| ...look up to her socks! |
