A modestly-attired young woman looks down upon me with
wholly justifiable contempt – the piece of trash at her feet. She then makes
sure I pay suitable homage to her superior feet, by kiss-respecting her shoes.
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| A smart, modestly-attired young woman approaches me with contempt writ large across her pretty face |
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| She stops to view me as the dirt at her feet |
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| She then unceremoniously imposes her right shoe-toe on my menial mouth... |
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| ...whilst continuing to view me from above with wholly justifiable contempt! |
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| Meanwhile, my lowly lips pay suitable slavish homage to her leathery-white, modest shoe toe |
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| The bright customer-mistress isn't wearing any socks, so I'm guessing her feet must be quite sweaty inside her shoes? |
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| Whatever, at least I am getting a privileged view of her cleavage - her toe cleavage, that is... |
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| ...beneath her modestly-lengthed dress |
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| How she despises me... |
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| ...this haughty and superior young woman, but who is modest with it! |
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| Several times she switches her modestly-attired feet in front of my face... |
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| ...before glumly and supercilliously proceeding on her female way |
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| Meanwhile, a man who has been watching my public humiliation steps over towards me in order to mock me |
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| My humbling view of the master-sir's sneakers and socks |
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| He too views me with righteous contempt, as he asks me how I had liked it - having to kiss a 'bird's' shoes! |
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| I humbly, and hostly, reply to the master-sir that I had indeed liked it, as I'm queer like that! |
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| The man chuckles and orders me, in that case, to kiss his feet! |
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| I now find my menial mouth paying labial homage to a skinny man's sneakers... |
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| ...beneath his skinny, socked ankles! |
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| His bandy legs tower masterfully over my humble, sneaker-kissing head... |
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| ...as he looks down upon me with the utter contempt I fully deserve |
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| I'm just another man's feetkisser! |
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| Mercifully, the man, eventually, moves off... |
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| ...leaving me humbly contemplating his departing shoes and socks... |
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| ...shoes I have just kissed and socks I must look up to! |
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| The man shows me a dirty, contemptuous pair of sneaker heels... |
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| ...the sneaker heels of a much better man than me! |
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| A free man who is to be respected and admired by the likes of lowly me, since he is not compelled to kiss others' feet! |
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| I bow my humble head in shame as I contemplate my patheticalness and lowliness... |
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| ...as the man's derogatory chuckles continue to echo down the street |
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| The superior being leaves the inferior being to rot in the dirt behind him - and rightly so. God bless the magnificent master-sir. |
