A slightly inebriated, chain-smoking, local sink-estate goddess
stops to use me in the small hours of the morning – as is her perfect right. For she is my better and the wellbeing of her sneakers is more important than my sleep. I’m just a
slave.
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I am approached late at night by a local sink-estate goddess |
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She is a smoker... |
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...and reeks of alcohol |
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But it is the aroma of her sneakers that will doubtless soon be regaling my footslave nostrils... |
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...dirty sneakers that are getting ever closer to my confined face! |
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Sure enough, the lady stops in front of me in order to look down on me and lord it over me - as is her perfect right |
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She orders me to lickshine her shoes, which I set about doing with alacrity. A goddess mustn't be kept waiting! |
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Her pretty mouth continues to taste nicotine whilst my menial, municipal mouth tastes where she has been walking |
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She also, inevitably, checks the contents of her phone, high above me |
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What a privilege, what a late-night honour for the likes of me to taste such a beautiful young woman's sneaker dirt! |
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I feel emboldened by her state of mild inebriation which seems to have put her in a good mood... |
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...and respectfully beg to see her sock, if she would be so kind madam please don't beat me madam? |
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She laughs at me, but indulges me, lifting up her left trouser leg... |
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...to reveal an ever-s-short, plain black sneaker sock peeking out over the rim of her sneaker. I kiss her foot in gratitude! |
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For it is an honour beyond comprehension for a sink-estate slave like lowly me to be permitted to observe a girl's socktop... |
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...especially whilst she is wearing the sock on her foot inside her sneaker! |
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This is, after all, the hidden sock of a goddess... |
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...and will more than likely have been on her foot all day... |
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...absorbing her precious, goddess footsweat! |
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Such a kind and generous young woman to show me her sock! |
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I feel truly humbled... |
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...and blessed! |
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I now know she is wearing short, black sneaker socks inside her sneakers... |
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...something no-one else but she knows. Not that anyone else would be interested! |
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Only a pathetic, sockieboy slave like me has an interest in her socks! |
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That's because I am not worthy to look at, or even think about, this superior young woman above the socks! |
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How she tipsily laughs at me and mocks me, calling me a 'pathetic little sockieboy'! |
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She then happily moves off, no doubt messaging all her friends about her late-night encounter with the pathetic sockieboy-lsave! |
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I hang my humble head in shame... |
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...behind her departing socks |
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The socks of a goddess |
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I aspire to one day be such a sock! |