I suppose I only have myself to blame – for being a slave, I
mean? After all, is it any wonder that people treat me like the dirt beneath
their feet, when that is precisely what I am?
I was born to kiss feet – the feet of my betters. And they
know it!
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| A late-night customer mistress has me kiss her SHOES and SOCKS to order |
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| I must begin by kiss-respecting her DIRTY SHOELEATHER |
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| Then, in accordance with her wishes, move my menial mouth up to her SOCK! |
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| Some customers prefer having their SOCKS kissed as they can really FEEL my lowly lips! |
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| But this pretty mistress also demands that I kiss her SHOE BUCKLE! |
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| She even helpfully twists her shapely ankle to one side to facilitate my mouth in reaching her BUCKLE! |
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| Oh how HUMBLING! Oh how HUMILIATING! |
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| I head back down to her SHOETOE |
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| 'Kiss the area of SOCK just below my upper shoestrap, slave!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress. At once mistress. I obey you, mistress!' |
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| I move my lips up to the designated area of plain, grey SOCK! |
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| Such a SOFT SOCK! |
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| The SOCK of a WOMAN! |
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| I study the SOCK, especially the lines of STITCHING in the SOCK! |
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| This is all I am good for! |
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| Kissing the FEET, SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS! |
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| I'm just a SLAVE |
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| Another WEED beneath their FEET! |
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| No wonder my esteemed customers treat me like DIRT! My nose brushes against the SHOE BUCKLE as my lips touch the SOCK! |
