‘Kish my feet, slave. An’ DON’T look up above my SOCKS!’
‘Yes, mistress. I obey you, mistress madam.’
The customer-mistress is clearly drunk on her way home from a late-night party. She
must, therefore, be afforded the utmost slavish respect as she drunkenly
demands that I kiss her feet.
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| ‘Kish my feet, slave. An’ DON’T look up above my SOCKS!’ |
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| 'Yes, mistress. I obey you, mistress madam.’ |
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| It would actually be quite difficult to look at this superb, drunken young woman above her SOCKS... |
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| ...given that her SOCKS are RIGHT IN MY FACE! |
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| Of course, her pretty lEG TATTOOS are of interest to me |
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| But it is the SOCK I look up to the most |
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| Her shapely legs are not for the likes of lowly me to admire! |
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| I'm just a FOOT slave! |
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| She consumes her beer high above me... |
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| ...drunkenly slurping on the bottle! |
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| She has every right to taste BEER... |
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| ...whilst I must taste SHOELEATHER! |