Going Through The Motions
Some of my most esoteric customers like to visit me after midnight. One wonders why they aren’t safely tucked up in bed!
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| It's gone way after midnight! Why isn't this young woman tucked up in bed? |
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| She stops in front of me |
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| 'Slave, look at my sock and kiss my foot!' |
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| She then presents her sneakered and socked foot to my lowly lips |
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| As I kiss-respect her outstretched sneaker, and study her sock, she turns her female attention to her phone |
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| Sadly, I let my eyes slip as I focus on her sneaker leather |
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| The sneaker tastes vile! |
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| My menial mind starts to wander away from her sock and shoe... |
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| ...as I ponder what she must have been doing all day to be up this late? |
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| I'm still going through the motions of kissing her feet... |
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| ...but my menial mind isn't on the job! |
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| Unbeknown to me, the esoteric customer glances down at me |
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| 'I SAID, LOOK AT MY SOCK, SLAVE!' |
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| Her angry female voice brings me to my footslave senses! |
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| I duly look at her sock... |
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| ...and focus on the area of stitching covering her shapely, outer anklebone |
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| The justifiably smug face of a winner |
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| The face of a loser-slave, obediently focussing on his customer-mistress's sock as he kisses her sneaker! |

















