My magnificent Owner, master Wu sir, spends his working day relaxing
in a chair seated next to me and supervising my footslave-work on his behalf
(all monies I earn through kissing and licking the public’s feet go to him and
his family)
I am his cash cow!
Whenever a potential customer comes along he invites them to
stop to have their feet kissed or for a quick lick and a shine of their shoes for a small
gratuity payment of their choice. Nearly everyone agrees to do so, since having one’s
feet kissed by a powerless public humble-head like me is a pleasurable
experience for them. It makes them feel strong and proud. Better than me.
Which they invariably are!
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Waiting patiently for my master-sir's next customer to step up to my face |
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A young woman stops and enquires as to my services. My master Wu encourages her to use me |
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He explains that for a small gratuity, I shall be obliged to kiss her feet |
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He then delights at watching as the young woman takes him up on his offer |
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She looks disparagingly down at me |
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As the master-sir chuckles. This is easy money for him! |
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My humbling view of the sneakered foot I must kiss |
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And of my magnificent master-sir's sandalled foot |
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Truly I am at the feet, and at the mercy, of my betters! |
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Even the customer's SOCKS tower over my humble head! |
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And very nice SOCKS they are too - plain, black anklesocks! |
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Meanwhile, my master's hairy legs watch on |
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Getting ever richer by the minute, thanks to my menial mouth! |
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I look up admiringly at the customer-mistress's SOCK |
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As the wearer of the SOCK, and my master sir, look down on me! |
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To the customer's delight, my clever master tells her she looks fabulous having her feet kissed! |
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And he's not wrong! She is FABULOUS! |
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They both are - my master and his customer! |
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There is more intelligence in my master's toenails than there is in my whole being! |
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And the weave of the customer-mistress's SOCKS is more intricate than the neural pathways in my brain! |
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I am less than her SOCK! |
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I must be pleasing to her SOCK! |
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And if I fail to please it, my master's unforgiving SCOURGE WHIP awaits my flesh! |