A bright and beautiful young woman of the Gynarchy, quite rightly,
expresses her contempt for me before she even uses me:
‘You’re just a dirty slave. I’m gonna make you kiss my
feet!’
‘Yes, mistress. Thanking you kindly, miss. I’m pathetic, beautiful miss.’
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You’re just a dirty slave. I’m gonna make you kiss my feet!’ |
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‘Yes, mistress. Thanking you kindly, miss. I’m garbage, miss.’ |
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'Verbally praise my sock, dirty slave!' |
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'Yes, miss. At once, miss... Oh pray, mistress's sock. Truly you are beautiful and wonderful, mistress the sock!' |
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'Praise be unto you, oh sock!' |
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I then resume my kissing of the SHOE... |
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...until the pretty customer-mistress switches feet in front of my face, at which point I praise her other SOCK... |
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...before lowering my trembling lips to its SHOE! |
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This young woman clearly knows what she wants and expects to be obeyed! |
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And quite right too - for SHE is the MASTER and I am the SLAVE! |
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After several minutes, she silently turns her back on me and walks away |
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Glum-faced... |
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...but rightly haughty, for she knows she is better than me! |
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For my humble part, I follow the backs of her departing, sneakered and socked heels with my lowly eyes |
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Just think - these are the SOCKS I have praised and the SNEAKERS I have kiss-respected! I am truly pathetic! |