For some customer-mistresses, I represent their ‘me time’. I
am someone they can take out their female frustrations on with impunity – someone upon
whom they can inflict their natural, feminine urges to dominate. Because I am no
one.
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| A happy-looking Asian woman, a stranger, approaches me |
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| She stops in front of me in order to mock me in a cute Indian-female accent and to inform me that she is going to use me |
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| She then raises her left, booted foot onto the concrete footblock beneath my face, and orders me to kiss it |
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| I kiss the creased leather of her Asian boot... |
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| ...and I do so with the utmost slavish respect, as befits a public footslave serving his customer |
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| I have already noted her fabulous, patterned socks peeking out from the tops of her ankle boots |
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| I cannot stop myself from humbly interrupting my boot worship to verbally praise and flatter her marvellous socks! |
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| I humbly tell her boots that their accompanying socks are the most fabulous socks I have ever seen! |
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| Hyperbole never does any harm when a footslave is desperately trying to please his customer-mistress! |
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| I then resume kissing the lady's boots, hoping that I haven't gone too far in my impromptu, and some would say, impertinent praising of her bootsocks! |
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| But she just smiles and giggles down at me |
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| She then orders me to kiss the tops of her boots, near the socks, but stresses that I must not TOUCH her socks! |
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| I happily obey... |
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| ...moving my menial mouth and lowly lips around her upper bootrim |
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| She enjoys watching my abject slavery to her boots and socks! |
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| What a privilege, what an honour, for the likes of lowly me to be so intimately close to the boots and socks of such a fabulous woman! |
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| Yet I dare not even think of her above the socks, let alone look at her above the socks! |
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| I know my place - and it's at ankle-level! |
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| She continues to observe my humble bootkissing, sock-avoiding efforts from on high... |
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| ...before silently turning to walk away from me |
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| Who knows, perhaps she is heading home in order to masturbate at the thought of what she has just made me do? |
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| If so, she has every right to do so. This is her me time! |
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| As for me, needless to say I am in no position to gain any sexual relief from my humble encounter with the superb Asian lady's boots and socks! |
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| I'm just an immured slave, and must humbly await my next customer |
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| Oh but I can dream! |
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| I can dream of following the boots and socks home to heel... |
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| ...of humbly unzipping the backs of those boots and nosing the heels of the patterned socks |
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| I would happily be the slave of those socks for the rest of my lowly life! |
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| do you think the young woman realises my foolish infatuation with her socks? |
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| I think she must do! |
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| After all, I effectively declared my love for her socks whilst I had been licking her boots! |
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| But the socks, callously, are walking out of my life... |
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| ...in all probability never to be seen again! |
