A bright young woman of the Gynarchy looks down on me with a
mixture of pity and contempt. And justifiably so! For I’m just a piece of garbage
at her dainty, female feet – fit only to kiss them with my menial, municipal
mouth.
The only question is, will she kindly deign to use me?
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| She, the superior being, looks down on me, the inferior, with a mixture of sweet feminine pity and contempt! |
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| She's pondering whether or not to use me |
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| Does she really want her nice clean sandals and toenails to be sullied by my menial, municipal mouth? |
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| Said toenails |
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| Neatly pedicured! |
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| The veins on her foot |
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| Oh pray, pretty mistress. Please use me! |
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| Truly I would be honoured to place my lowly lips on your feet... |
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| ...and sandals! |
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| And heels! |
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| And your sandal buckles! |
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| I will kiss your superior feet down amongst the dirt! |
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| Mercifully, she does decide to use me! |
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| I can now smell her musty brown sandal leather, as well as see it! |
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| What an honour! What a privilege for the likes of lowly me! |
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| The FEET and SANDALS of a WOMAN... |
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| ...in my FACE! |
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| She even switches feet as her female confidence in her superiority over me grows! |
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| How she despises me! |
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| Her pretty head must be full of contemptuous thoughts towards me? |
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| Just as my humble head only has thoughts for her FEET and FOOTWEAR! |
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| The veins! The skin! |
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| The leather! |
