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! |