A magnificent customer master-sir has me kiss-respect his
dirty sneakers to order, thereby simultaneously affording my lowly eyes an undeserved
view of his SOCKS! God bless the master-sir!
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| I have been ordered by the unknown customer master-sir to kiss his feet |
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| I obey instantly as he is my better and I am a slave |
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| 'Verbally praise my sock, feetslavey!' |
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| The magnificent customer master-sir takes a manly step back from my face so that I might praise his SOCK! |
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| 'Oh pray, master sir's sock, truly you are magnificent, master sir's sock, just like your owner, master sir the SOCK!' |
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| The SOCK is evidently satisfied with my humble praise, as the master sir's sneakered foot is once again presented to my lowly lips! |
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| I make sure to kiss the dirtiest parts of my magnificent customer's sneaker as I continue to visually admire his SOCK |
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| Sir then kindly switches his feet in front of my face, thereby giving me a humbling view of his RIGHT SOCK! |
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| Sir glowers down at me as I, the pathetic public feetslavey at his feet, pay homage to them |
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| SHOES...SOCKS...FEET... This is my LOWLY LIFE! |
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| I can't take my eyes off the MASTER'S SOCK! |
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| Such a MAGNIFICENT, MANLY SOCK! |
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| What a privilege to even breathe in the SAME AIR as his SOCK! |
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| Meanwhile, a young woman passer-by casts a disparaging glance down at me |
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| As well she might - for I am nothing but ANOTHER MAN'S PATHETIC FEETKISSER... |
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| ...and SOCK-ADMIRER! Oh the SHAME! Oh the HUMILIATION! |
