A demure everyday type of customer-mistress confidently
approaches my face and uses me to feel good about herself by having me
kiss-respect her feet. It is a privilege and an honour for the likes of lowly
me to kiss the feet and footwear of such an everyday demure goddess.
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| Demurely everyday |
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| She stops in front of my permanently confined face |
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| My humbling view of her everyday sneakers and socks as she surveys me |
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| Her SOCKS are particularly easy on the footslave-eye! |
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| She then unceremoniously shoves her right sneakered foot onto my menial mouth... |
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| ...as is her perfect right! |
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| I am forbidden, by Law, to look at her bare leg above the SOCK! |
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| So I dutifully focus on kissing her outstretched shoe-toe |
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| And the other one! |
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| Again, what a fabulous, shapely SOCK! |
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| Truly, these are the everyday shoes and socks of a demure goddess, and I am privileged to even be in their presence! |
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| Even the behinds of her SNEAKERS and SOCKS are divine! |
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| Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the sneakers and socks is enjoying lording it over me |
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| She repeatedly switches her feet in front of my face |
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| Before, to my amazement and surprise, she suddenly crouches down to mock me to my face! |
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| She sarcastically asks me how I had liked it - having to kiss her feet? |
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| And she then, gloatingly, orders me to describe her SOCKS, including the patterns in the STITCHING! |
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| Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating - to have to verbally extol the virtues of a customer's SOCKS! |
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| But what else can I do? I'm just a WEED amongst WEEDS! |
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| I'm a SOCK-WEED! |
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| A SOCK-NUMPTY - subordinate to a girl's SOCKS! |
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| She presses down on my humble head to force me to look at her SOCKS... |
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| ...before standing up again and gleefully, triumphantly, walking away from me! |
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| Perhaps not such a SHY and DEMURE young woman, after all? |
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| Rather, an accomplished goddess and humiliator of slaves! |
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| I humbly and reverentially study the backs of her departing SOCKS! |
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| Such SHAPELINESS! Such female PERFECTION! |
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| Her triumphant laughter echoes around the alcove |
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| Whilst all I can do is look, admire and mentally follow... |
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| ...her SOCKS! |