A magnificent man crouches down to mock me in front of his
pretty girlfriend whilst I must kiss his feet and admire his socks:
‘Haha, you’re a nothing and a nobody, slave! All day long
you must kiss people’s dirty feet!...Haha, how do you like these puppies, footslave?
Describe my shoes and socks as you worship them – and do it loud, so my girlfriend
can hear!’
I can smell the customer-master's bad breath.
‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir!... Oh sir, your
sneakers smell and taste vile, sir, though in a good way, sir, since they are a smell and taste fit
for a footslave like me, master sir! Oh
pray, sir… your socks, sir! Truly I admire the creases and folds in your socks,
sir, as I kiss your sneakers sir. Your socks are better than me, sir, begging
your free-male pardon and understanding, sir. I’m garbage, sir!’
The couple laugh out loud at me – and rightly so!
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A magnificent man makes me praise his shoes and socks in front of his girlfriend |
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I praise the taste and smell of his sneaker, as well as the creases and folds in his sock! |
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My humbling view of the scene |
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My lowly field of vision is dominated by creased, male sock... |
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...the sock of a much better man than me... |
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...a man who is amusing his pretty girlfriend... |
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...through his merciless mockery and humiliation of me! |
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How her socks must despise me... |
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...the slave of her boyfriend's socks! |
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I, literally, look up to his sock! |
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Such fabulous sock creases! |
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It is a humiliating honour for the likes of me to praise and bless another man's socks in the presence of his pretty girlfriend! |
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The more he mocks me, the more she loves him - and despises me! |
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The master-sir is triumphant! |
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He reaches down to touch the creases in his sock... |
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...and then to order me to look at them! |
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I must therefore respectfully ignore his pretty girlfriend's socks... |
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...and obediently focus on the customer-master's sock directly in front of my face |
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A sock of mastery! Of power! Of slave domination! |