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! |
