When a magnificent man is standing in front of me, I know I
am duty bound to kiss his feet. It’s the Law. For he is a much better man than
me!
I place my lowly lips on his sweaty BIG TOES, making sure to
simultaneously bury my nose in his sweaty toe cleavage, so that I might inhale fully
the stinky aroma of his manly foot!
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| I am duty bound to kiss-respect the magnificent customer-master sir's sweaty feet |
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| He seems unimprssed by me |
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| As well he might be, for I am just a lowly kisser of feet! |
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| I focus my lowly lips on the man's BIG TOE |
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| Not least because it affords me the humbling opportunity to inhale the aroma of his sweat-saturated, musty leather sandal... |
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| ...and bury my nose in his masculine TOE CLEAVAGE! |
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| This is the wretched like of a public footservant - kissing sweaty feet! |
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| The feet of one's BETTERS! |
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| Down amongst the other weeds! |
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| What a superior man this man is to me! |
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| He has every right to feel good about himself as he turns his manly back on me and walks away |
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| Leaving me to humbly and admiringly study the backs of his HAIRY LEGS |
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| And contemplate the SWEATY TOES I have just kissed! |
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| Would that I could follow this master-sir to heel, and be his permanent personal footslave! |
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| I'm sure he would be a good, if strict, master to me! |
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| But, in my heart of hearts, I know I can never be good enough to be his personal footservant |
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| I'm just a weedy PUBLIC FEETKISSER. A FOOT WEED! |
