Ms Eleanor madam, a lady who lives locally, is accustomed to
visiting me late in the evening – not for my benefit, but for hers, as she
enjoys having her sneakers kiss-respected at the end of a long day by a helpless, public humble head
slave.
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The familiar feet of Ms Eleanor madam approach me down Burke Street |
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Her SNEAKERS and SOCKS stop directly in front of me to momentarily gloat over me... |
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...before her left sneaker is unceremoniously shoved towards my menial, municipal mouth |
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She enjoys watching me KISS HER FEET... |
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...and I deem it an honour to be so watched! |
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I admire her dark SOCKS... |
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...as she switches her SNEAKERED FEET in front of my confined face |
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Even in the gloom of the evening light, I can still make out the STITCHES in her SOCK! |
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Ms Eleanor madam, meanwhile, looks down upon me... |
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...as I abase myself at her FEET! |
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Satisfied with my humiliation, she then turns to continue on her way... |
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...whilst I keep my humble, feetkissing head suitably bowed and ready for my next esteemed customer |