His Only Remedy For Loneliness
It would be devastatingly lonely at night for the suburban public feetslave – were it not for the feet of an occasional customer. Not that the owner of the feet currently gracing his presence is paying much attention to the lowly feetslave beneath her. And why would she? He’s just a slave!
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| The lonely public feetslave is grateful for the company of people's feet late at night |
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| He kiss-worships them with genuine respect and gratitude |
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| For he knows they are the feet of his betters! |
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| He also admires his customers' late-night SOCKS |
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| The current SOCKS are particularly appealing to him - being the SOCKS of a beautiful young woman! |
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| The fantastic SOCKS compel him to kiss their accompanying BOOTS all the more fervently |
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| As for the wearer of the socks, she completely ignores the slave whilst he goes about his lowly business |
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| And when she puts down her phone and turns to leave him, she says not one word to him |
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| Why would she? He is just a slave... |
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| ...and she is a gorgeous young woman! |
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| The pathetic feetslave keeps his lowly eyes glued to the backs of his erstwhile customer's BOOTS and SOCKS... |
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| ...as befits a respectful and humble public FEETSERVANT |
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| he looks up to the pretty customer's SOCKS, both literally and spiritually |
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| Her SOCKS are his gods! |
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| Oh how he wishes he could follow those SOCKS to heel, and serve them all his days. He would be a good slave to her SOCKS! |
