Local resident Ms Jean madam likes to visit me regularly in
order to mock me. She asks me how I like it – having to kiss people’s dirty
feet all day long? She will then proceed to have me kiss her dirty feet –
or, more accurately, her dirty sneakers, beneath her ultra-short, plain black sneaker-socks.
Very humiliating!
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Local resident, Ms Jean madam, likes crouching down to mock me to my confined face... |
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...before imposing her own dirty sneakers on my menial mouth |
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'Haha, kiss my feet, boy!' she mocks... |
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...'Kiss my feet and study the tops of my socks!' |
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I obey |
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I study the tops of Ms Jean madam's ultra-short, plain black sneaker socks... |
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...much to her triumphant and mocking amusement! |
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She knows she is better than me... |
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...and therefore entitled to use me in this very humiliating way! |
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Even an alien from outer space would recognise that Ms Jean madam is by far the superior being in this scene! |
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The superior being, eventually, turns her mocking back on me... |
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...and heads off triumphantly back to her nearby apartment |
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Her mocking laughter continues to echo around the otherwise deserted yard |
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It's just me, Ms Jean madam's feet, and the weeds! |
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I humbly continue to focus on the backs of Ms Jean madam's sneakers and socks |
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I can see the dirt she has walked in on the soles of her sneakers... |
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...and the short, black socks peeking out above the tops of her sneakers |
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Dirt... |
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...and sock. Welcome to my humble world - the world of a public footslave! |