‘Haha – how are you likin’ it down there boy? Kissin’
feet down in the dirt? Haha!’
I must dignify the master-sir’s mocking question with a
suitably obsequious and slavish response:
‘Oh pray master sir, if it pleases you kind sir, I am fit
only to kiss the feet of my betters, sir, thanking you kindly for your kind
question, master sir.’
‘Haha – kiss my wife’s feet, boy!’
His gleeful wife steps up to the footblock beneath my
confined face:
‘Yes, master sir. Yes, mistress madam. At once, master
and mistress.’
These people are my betters, and are both smokers. They must
therefore be treated with the utmost slavish respect on my humble part.
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| ‘Haha – how are you likin’ it down there boy? Kissin’ feet down in the dirt? Haha!’ |
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| ‘Haha – kiss my wife’s feet, boy!’ |
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| 'Haha, that's right, boy. Kiss 'em good! Those are the feet of my wife, so you show 'em respect! You hear me boy?' |
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| 'Yes, master sir. I kiss your wife's feet, sir.' |
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| The couple both take drags on their respective smoking implements |
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| In the mistress-madam's case, that's a good old fashioned, high tar cigarette! |
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| RESPECT to the mistress madam! |
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| 'Hehe, you're nothin' but my wife's feetkiser, boy!' |
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| The master sir is, of course, quite correct - though I would happily kiss his socked feet also! |
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| I live to kiss the feet of my betters - be they male, female or transgender |
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| I am everyone's slave! |
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| A nothing and a nobody. A mere kisser of other people's feet! |
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| The happy couple laugh at me... |
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| ...as well they might... |
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| ...before filling their magnificent mouths with their smoking apparatuses once again |
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| My own menial mouth remains fixated on the customer-mistress's painted big toenail... |
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| ...where it belongs! |
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| I'm dirt, and deserve to taste dirt and sweat... |
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| ...the footsweat of another man's lovely wife! |
