Late Night Jogger
A late-night jogger kindly stops to humiliate me in the stocks. Note how the ubiquitous magistrate master-sir who put me here enjoys watching my humbling at the pretty girl’s feet! I’ll bet he’s glad he’s not the one having to kiss her sweaty sneaker-toes!
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| A pretty, late-night jogger mistress stops to humiliate me in the public stocks by having her running sneakers kissed | 
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| She doesn't speak to me - only to what sounds like her boyfriend, on her phone | 
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| I am not good enough to converse with a beautiful young woman like this! | 
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| In the distance, the ubiquitous Gynarcy magistrate master-sir enjoys watching my public humiliation | 
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| And there is much for him to enjoy and loat over as my lowly lips must touch the girl's sneaker toes | 
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| I simultaneously admire her black socks | 
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| I'll bet they are building up a goodly amount of female footsweat inside those running shoes | 
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| Oh to be one of her SOCKS! | 
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| To be a pretty girl's SOCK - absorbing all her natural, feminine foot juices into the very fibre of my lowly being! | 
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| She continues her conversation with her boyfriend high above me... | 
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| ...whilst subliminally switching her sneakered feet in front of my face... | 
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| ...before jogging on. Please don't jog on, pretty mistress! Please stay! | 
 
 
