My magnificent dungeon master-sir often invites curious visitors to the dungeon to have their feet kissed by me - the dungeon slave. It's always a highlight of the visitor's experience; and of mine!
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| My dungeon master-sir stands over me whilst I respectfully kiss the visitor's feet |
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| He has his CLAW and his WHIP to hand! |
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| But he need not worry - I am committed to showing the utmost slavish respect for my visitor's FEET and FOOTWEAR1 |
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| Such a FABULOUS SNEAKER and SOCK! |
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| And the OTHER ONE! |
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| I humbly eye up the SOCK... |
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| ...and study the STITCHING therein... |
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| ...whilst the SOCK-WEARER looks down on me... |
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| ...revelling in the experience of having a helpless, male prisoner-slave kissing her FEET! |
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| Who knows what she must be thinking of me right now inside her pretty head? |
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| Contemptuous thoughts, no doubt! |
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| Meanwhile, I remain steadfastly focussed on the SOCK in front of me |
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| This is, after all, a YOUNG WOMAN'S SOCK! |
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| It is, therefore, the PINNACLE of CREATION... |
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| ...and must be STUDIED, RESPECTED and ADMIRED! |
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| At least, by a SLAVE like me, it must! |
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| My humbling view of the visiting FEMALE SOCK. What an experience! |
