‘What’s it like, slave – having to look at people’s socks
all day long as you kiss their feet? Don’t you feel shame and humiliation?’
It’s a perfectly legitimate question on the part of the
inquisitive customer-mistress, whom I have never met before, and it deserves a
suitably slavish and obsequious response:
‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you, pretty
mistress madam, this slave does indeed feel shame to be subject to his
customers’ socks throughout the day, madam, but it is a fitting view for a
lowly footslave such as myself, miss, especially when those socks are as
fabulous as your socks, pretty mistress madam, if you will forgive this pathetic
sock slavey’s forwardness and insolence, miss, God bless your socks, miss?’
She laughs at me and orders me to focus my eyes on her socks
whilst I am kissing her sneakers – something which comes naturally to me as her
SOCKS are indeed fabulous, being all creased, and that!
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| Quizzing me as to my humiliation at my customers' SOCKS - including hers! |
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| Don't I feel SHAME and HUMILIATION? |
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| It's a perfectly legitimate question, which I dignify with a suitably sockslavish response! |
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| She laughs at me and then orders me to focus on her SOCKS whilst I kiss her SNEAKERS! |
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| I obey |
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| My humbling view of her SOCK. Every SOCK STITCH tells a story - of sweat; of moisture; of dead skin cells! |
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| Oh how HUMBLING! Oh how HUMILIATING for me! |
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| She continues to laugh at me from on high as I study her SOCK... |
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| ...kindly switching feet in front of my footkissing face so that I might admire her other SOCK! |
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| It is equally CREASED and ALLURING! |
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| I study the CREASES in the SOCK with a sense of SOCKSLAVISH AWE and WONDERMENT! |
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| This is the SOCK of a STRANGER - of a CUSTOMER-MISTRESS; of my BETTER! |
