Hovel
Even though she lives in a hovel, she can still afford to keep a decrepit old humble-head footslave to kiss-greet her boots every time she enters or leaves her modest home.
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| She's a young woman of modest means... |
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| ...but even she can afford to employ a footslave to kiss-greet her feet at her front door... |
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| ...albeit a decrepit and clapped-out old footslave! |
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| See how her boots and socks tower over his humble head! |
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| The fool even tries to focus on the creases in his pretty mistress's socks as he kiss-respects her boots! |
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| How she despises him... |
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| ...but it makes her feel good to use him in this way! |
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| Silently (she never speaks to him because he is so far beneath her) she continues into her home |
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| The slave bows his old head in shame at his lowliness |
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| His owner can't even remember if she's fed him today |
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| To be honest, she doesn't much care |
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| And nor does the slave. He hungers only for his mistress's boots and socks! |











