A young woman, who has clearly just witnessed my humiliation
at my previous customer’s male feet, mocks me with merciless female mirth:
‘Haha, how you like it, slave? How you like kiss that man
feet in rain? You not feel shame? You a moron?’
By Law, I must dignify the young woman’s mocking question
with a suitably contrite and polite response:
‘Oh pray, mistress madam. Yes indeed, mistress madam. I’m
just a queer feetkisser, miss, begging your female pardon, miss? Please may I
kiss your feet, miss?’
She giggles and obligingly stretches forth her right
sneaker-toe, with a great deal of mirth, onto my lowly lips!
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| ‘Haha, how you like it, slave? How you like kiss that man feet in rain? You not feel shame? You a moron?’ |
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| Despite her merciless mockery of me, the sweet and kind young woman still obligingly lets me kiss her feet |
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| If anything, her white sock is even more impressive than the master-sir's creamy sock had been! |
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| How she giggles and laughs at my humiliation at her feet! |
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| Like the master-sir before her, the mistress-madam switches feet in front of my face several times |
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| Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating for me... |
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| ...kissing the feet of a giggling young woman in the rain! |
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| I think she must despise me even more than the master-sir had done! |
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| But, if anything,I respect and admire her all the more for acceding to my pathetic request to be allowed to kiss her feet! |
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| I lower my eyes in shame beneath her SOCK, as I barely feel worthy enough to look at it! |
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| It is, after all, a SOCK of greatness... |
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| ...being the SOCK of a mirthful young woman! |
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| For a passing female, she tarries quite a while at my face... |
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| ...clearly enjoying having her feet kissed... |
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| ...before she gigglingly continues on her way... |
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| ...presumably heading off home out of the rain? |
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| Her wet sneakers squelch in the puddles... |
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| ...as I dare to look towards her SOCKS again |
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| Her SOCKS!... The customer-mistress's SOCKS!... |
