Both the young woman and myself are patiently awaiting her
boyfriend’s emergence from the public lavatories. Of course, I would deem it an
honour to kiss her feet whilst she waits, but it is an honour she does not
bestow upon me. Only her boyfriend, when he eventually emerges, kindly imposes
his footwear on my menial, municipal mouth.
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We both wait patiently for the emergence of the young woman's boyfriend after his ablutions |
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It is frustrating for me, of course, to be so close to this beautiful young woman's shoes and socks... |
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...and yet not to be permitted to kiss them |
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As a public footservant, I live to kiss the feet of my betters - male and female |
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Her dark sock looks particularly inviting on her shapely, feminine ankle |
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It is certainly worthy of my lowly lips' attention, as are her sneakers! |
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But it is her sock that preys most on my menial mind... |
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...being her most intimate foot garment! |
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Eventually, having relieved himself, her boyfriend (my 'customer master sir') emerges from the lavatory |
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She, naturally, greets him with a cheery smile... |
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...and then watches as her man uses me to have his manly feet kiss-respected |
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The man-sir deftly switches his sneakered feet in front of my feetkissing face |
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His white socks are ceased |
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But I am still conscious of his pretty girlfriend's nearby dark socks! |
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I am the slave of everyone's socks! |
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By Law, I am forbidden to show favour when it comes to my customers' socks |
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All socks must be respected, through the kissing of their accompanying shoes, sandals or boots |
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Meanwhile, the manly wearer of the sneakers and socks looks down on me disparagingly... |
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...as does his pretty girlfriend |
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She both pities and despises me... |
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...the impotent footslave at her boyfriend's feet! |
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She admires him, and views me with contempt. And rightly so - on both counts! |
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As the happy couple tur to leave, I hear the young woman praising her boyfriend... |
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...and congratulating him on his humiliation of me |
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She loves him all the more because of what he has just done to me! |
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I, meanwhile, keep my humble head silent and bowed behind the departing feet of my betters |
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The creased socks I have just been so up-close and personal with crease even more as the master-sir walks along |
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And I can still catch the occasional glimpse of his pretty girlfriend's dark socks beneath her trouser-hems |
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Truly I am the slave of this happy couple's shoes and socks. I must wait patiently for the next time they deign to visit me! |