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-Ã -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! |