This potentially belligerent customer-mistress is to be
feared. She threatens me with her spiked wooden club, before having me
kiss-respect her belligerent boots, which I promptly do with trembling lips!
For I am in her POWER and at her MERCY – as I am with ALL my customers!
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She approaches me with an air of menace |
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'Kiss my boots, boy, or you'll feel the weight of my club!' |
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'Y...yes, m... mistress m...madam. At once, m... mistress m... madam! Please don't hurt me, m... madam!' |
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'Kiss the dirtiest parts, slave!' |
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'Y... yes, m... madam!' |
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I make a sub-conscious effort to obey the belligerent mistress's every barked commandment! |
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For I am in her POWER and at her MERCY! |
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Anybody can 'punish' a public footslave - howsoever they see fit! |
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Her BOOTS are indeed scuffmarked and dirty! |
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But I do not baulk at my menial task in mouth. Simultaneously, I visually admire her SOCKS! |
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For they are the SOCKS of my belligerent customer-mistress, inside her BOOTS! |
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The BOOTS and SOCKS eventually turn to leave |
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The customer-mistress has every right to feel proud of herself... |
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...for she has well and truly humbled, and frightened, the hapless public footservant at her FEET! |
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I dare not even look up at her DEPARTING SOCKS, lest I invoke their female ire! |