Some members of the public actively seek out public
footslaves – even in the most inclement of weather – just so that they can
enjoy using them!
‘So, sockieboy slave, you like socks, do you?’
‘Yes, mistress madam. Begging your pardon, mistress
madam. I’m pathetic like that, miss.’
‘Haha, well take a look at these puppies while you’re
kissin’ my feet, sockieboy!’
‘Yes, miss. Thanking you most kindly miss.’
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She emerges from the rain, on the prowl for a public footslave |
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She's in luck - a sockieboy slave! ‘So, sockieboy slave, you like socks, do you?’ |
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'Yes, mistress madam. Begging your pardon, mistress madam. I’m pathetic like that, miss.’ |
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'Haha, well take a look at these puppies while you’re kissin’ my feet, sockieboy!’ |
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The 'puppies' she is referring to are a pair of plain, black sneaker socks |
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I study the stitching in the young woman's socks, in accordance with her female wishes |
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Even in the dark I can make out the individual lines of stitching in her socks |
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Such shapely socks, on such shapely ankles! |
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The socks are presented to me as a fait-a-complis, along with the sneakers |
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I must study and admire them... |
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...so that their pretty wearer will feel vindicated in venturing out on such an inclement evening... |
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...just to have her feet kissed! |