The pretty customer-mistress – a stranger whom I have never
had the honour of meeting before – dominates me with her dungarees (and
her sneakers and socks!)
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| A stranger in dungarees is approaching! | 
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| 'You're going to kiss my feet, slave!' | 
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| 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. | 
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| She shoves her right SNEAKER onto my menial mouth... | 
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| ...and I embrace its rubbery white toe with my lowly lips | 
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| I have a good view of both her SOCKS! | 
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| She switches feet in front of me (several times!) | 
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| My humbling view of the customer's SOCK - the one closest to my sneaker-kissing face | 
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| I'm just another down-in-the-dirt weed, kissing the everyday sneakers of one of his betters! | 
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| 'Look only at the SOCK, slave!' | 
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| I obey the pretty mistress's commandment, and concentrate my eyes on her SOCK | 
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| Such a fabulous SOCK... | 
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| ...the shapely curvature; the STITCHING! | 
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| It is, indeed, a SOCK to be studied and admired... | 
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| ...like all my customers' SOCKS! | 
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| The young woman studies my every head and lip movement... | 
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| ...ensuring my continued compliance with her will - that of looking her only in the SOCK! | 
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| Even as she switches feet, she monitors my humility vis-à-vis her SOCK! | 
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| She, eventually, leaves to walk away from me with a look of triumph writ large upon her pretty face | 
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| At least, I assume she looks triumphant? | 
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| From my lowly position, I can only see the backs of her SOCKS! | 
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| I am forbidden by Law to look a customer above the SOCK! | 
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| And my every thought must be one of respect and admiration for my customer's SOCK! | 
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| This is my view of the customer's triumphant departure! |