An extremely bright young woman with long, bare legs and
purple hair decides to make use of my menial, municipal mouth
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I am approached by a bright and intelligent young woman of the Gynarchy wearing a short dress |
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'Kiss my feet, sock slavey. And DON'T look at me above the socks!' |
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I instantly obey the pretty customer-mistress - as I am programmed to do! |
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She watches me intently until, satisfied with my humble compliance with her female orders,... |
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...she relaxes by checking her text messages and social media account on her phone |
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I, meanwhile, kiss feet and look at sock |
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Ultra short, flowery purple patterned sock |
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The sock of a goddess! |
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Superior sock (to me!) |
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Oh what a privilege, oh what an honour, to even breathe in the same lowly air as these socks! |
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Must not look up at the shapely, bare legs above the socks! |
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I am specifically forbidden to do so! |
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My only jurisdiction is the customer's shoes and socks! |
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She pauses from surfing the internet on her phone to check up on my humility at her feet |
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'I SAID, LOOK ONLY AT THE SOCK, SLAVE!' |
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I promptly lower my already lowly gaze even further... |
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...to focus entirely on SOCK! |
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Proof that I am looking only at SOCK... |
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...purple patterned SOCK! |
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The SOCK!... The SOCK!... My customer's SOCK! |