A pretty customer-mistress quizzes me whilst I kiss-respect
her platform sneakers:
‘Have you been a slave all your life, slave?’
‘Yes indeed, pretty mistress-madam, if it pleases you
pretty mistress-madam?’
‘And how many people’s feet do you reckon you have kissed
over the years – including mine?’
‘Oh pray pretty mistress-madam, if it pleases you pretty
mistress-madam, it must be in the hundreds of thousands, mistress-madam, if you
would be so kind and understanding, pretty mistress-madam miss?’
‘Haha – better to kiss feet than to feel WHIP, eh slave?’
‘Yes indeed, mistress-madam miss. It is an honour and a
privilege for me to be able to avoid the biting STING of the WHIP through the
humble and respectful kissing of my betters’ feet, miss, begging your female
pardon and understanding miss please don’t have me WHIPPED miss?’
‘And what will happen to you when you die, slave?’
‘Oh pray miss, if it pleases you miss, this slave shall
be buried in an unmarked grave miss, with a pair of boots and socks on top of
his face, miss, hopefully a pair of your boots and socks miss, if you
would be so kind miss, so that I might serve your boots and socks for all eternity
miss, if you would be so kind and understanding to a pathetic footslave at your
feet, miss?’
‘Haha, I’ll speak to the authorities and see what I can
arrange, slave! Now shut up and keep on kissing my sneakers. You talk too much,
slave!’
‘Yes, miss. Sorry, miss.’
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Answering the pretty customer-mistress's pertinent questions whilst doing what I do best - kissing feet! |
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I humbly and abjectly describe my lowly life to her... |
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...whilst studying and admiring her shoes and socks... |
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...the shoes and socks of one of my betters |
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It is my fervent wish to be buried with such a superb pair of shoes and socks... |
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...so that I might serve them for all eternity! |
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I have lived a slave and shall die a slave... |
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...much to the pretty customer-mistress's amusement! |
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Oh to be the eternal slave of her platform sneakers and short, white socks! |
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It would be a fate fit for a footslave! |
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Other people's shoes and socks are my masters... |
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...and my gods! |