On a cold and frosty morning in the Gynarchy, a happy couple
out promenading in their warm winter clothes spot a helpless public humble head
and gleefully decide to have some frosty fun with him.
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| 'Haha, look honey - a footslave!' |
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| 'Hehe, how are you likin' it down there in the freezin' cold, boy? You about ready to kiss some feet?' |
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| 'That's right, boy! Kiss my wife's feet. Pucker up those lowly lips of yours on her boots!' |
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| I obey the mighty master sir, and kiss his wife's dirty pink boots |
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| Truly these are the boots of my better - the boots of the wife of a free man! |
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| I kiss BOTH her boots... |
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| ...as the happy, superior couple continue to gloat over me |
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| 'Keep on kissin' boy! It'll help you to warm up that menial mouth of yours! Haha!' |
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| The master sir is right. This couple are very kind to let me warm my unworthy mouth on the woman's boots! |
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They move off, still congratulating themselves on their winter humiliation of me
And rightly so, for they deserve to be praised for their actions!
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| Sadly, I am not permitted to speak, so all I can do is silently bow my head in shame and humility behind them |
