Sink Estate Corridor Footslave
All day (and sometimes all night) I must kiss the feet of the sink estate residents as they walk along the corridor.
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| One of my betters - a sink-estate resident by the name of Ms Jasmin madam - approaches me down the corridor |
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| Her footsteps are soft as she is wearing sneakers |
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| Said sneakers stop in front of me and adopt a pose of superiority |
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| The right sneaker is then silently shoved onto my menial, slave mouth |
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| I duly kiss the sneaker - and most respectfully so! |
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| I simultaneously admire Ms Jasmin's SOCK! |
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| These are, after all, the SNEAKERS and SOCKS of a SINK-ESTATE GODDESS! |
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| For her haughty part, Ms Jasmin madam merely stares down at me. She very much holds me in contempt! |
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| Whereas I look up to her, and her SOCKS. Literally so! |
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| The winner |
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| The loser... |
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| ...kissing the winner's feet! |
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| The winner walks off |
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| Rightly proud of herself... |
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| ...and her humiliation of me - the lowly and impotent, sink-estate corridor slave! |
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| I bow my humble, feetkissing head in SHAME... |
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| ...as Ms Jasmin's superior SNEAKERS and SOCKS leave me to rot! |
















