On a lonely, rainy night a public humble-head is approached by a stern-faced and unsympathetic woman and is made to kiss her damp, musty-smelling sheepskin boots. He should be glad of the company!
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| On a damp and dreary night a lone woman approaches a public humble-head through the rain |
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| She stops to despise him... |
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| ...before inflicting one of her rain-dampened, musty-smelling, sheepskin boots on his menial mouth |
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| The slave instinctively kisses the proffered boot-toe - the boot of his better |
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| He is aware of the wearer's sock peeking out from the top of her boot... |
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| ...but dare not look up at it, for fear of angering it! |
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| His lowly job on a rainy night is to kindly kiss the female boot... |
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| ...NOT to lust after sock! |
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| He's just a slave, and must think only slavish thoughts |
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| He is not good enough to think about this young woman's socks! |
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| She loiters over him for a while... |
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| ...occasionally switching her booted feet in front of his face... |
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| ...before silently and stern-facedly walking away from him... |
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| ...leaving him to rot in the damp behind her |
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| He ponders his lowliness... |
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| ...as the boots walk out of his lowly life |
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| This, quite possibly, will have been his only human contact on such an inclement night |
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| Pathetically, he yearns for the boots to come back, so that he might continue to kiss-respect them! |
