There’s a heatwave throughout the Gynarchy, and the summer
sandals are out! I now get to see all those lovely toes and bare feet that are
ordinarily covered by socks and shoes, though I am still forbidden, by Law,
from touching my customers’ bare skin or toenails with my menial, municipal
mouth (unless I am specifically ordered to do so) and must instead focus my lowly
lips on their musty-smelling sandal leather!
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A beautiful, besandalled young woman approaches me on a hot summer's day |
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She stops to look down upon me with the contempt I deserve... |
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...before silently presenting me with her sandalled foot for respect-kissing |
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As she takes a drag on her cigarette high above me, I am acutely conscious that she has NOT given me her female permission to touch her SKIN or TOENAILS with my lowly lips! |
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My default position therefore, by Law, is to only kiss her SANDAL LEATHER |
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I aim for the LOWER STRAP |
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I might get away with brushing my BIG NOSE against her SKIN |
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And I can certainly inhale the musty-smelling aroma of her leather-sandalled FOOT |
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But LIPS must NOT touch SKIN! |
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Then again, why would I want to? I'm just a slave. This bright young woman's NAKED FLESH is too good for me! |
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She is NOT my girlfriend |
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And I am just her lowly SANDAL-KISSER! |
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She still manages to find fault with me: 'Don't look at my foot above the sandal, slave!' |
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I instantly lower my already humble gaze to the UPPER STRAP of her BLACK SANDAL! |
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She can have me WHIPPED if she so wishes! |
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My humbling view |
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Better to please the customer than feel WHIP! |
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I hope she will forgive my minor indiscretion? |
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She seems to have forgiven me, as she resumes smoking! |
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Phew! That was a close shave - like her lovely LEGS! |
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But she's right, of course. My only legitimate business is with her FOOTWEAR! |
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I must learn NOT to look at my customers above their SUMMER SANDALS! |