‘Haha, how do you like it, slave? How do you like having
to kiss my wife’s DIRTY SNEAKERS and stare at her SOCKS after they’ve been on
her feet all day?’
‘Oh pray master sir, if it pleases you master Simon sir,
this slave is indeed honoured to be worshipping your wife’s feet sir, though he
doesn’t like it all that much sir, on account of the humiliation and indignity
he is suffering sir, begging your most masterful pardon and understanding sir?’
Master Simon sir and Ms Mukta madam both laugh at me!
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‘Haha, how do you like it, slave? How do you like having to kiss my wife’s DIRTY SNEAKERS and stare at her SOCKS... |
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...after they’ve been on her feet all day?’ |
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'If it pleases you master Simon sir, this slave doesn’t like it all that much sir?' |
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I do indeed feel the shame and ignominy of having to kiss another man's wife's filthy SNEAKERS at the end of a long day! |
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But such is the lowly life of a PUBLIC FOOTSERVANT! |
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A life lived amongst FEET, SHOES, BOOTS and SOCKS... |
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...the FEET, SHOES, BOOTS and SOCKS of his BETTERS! |
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And make no mistake about it, this couple ARE my BETTERS! |
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It is only right and proper that I should have to grovel at their FEET - day and night! |
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They laugh at me as they turn to leave me... |
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...discussing how WEAK and PATHETIC I am! |
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And they're NOT WRONG! |
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I am worth LESS than the BACTERIA on their SOCKS! |
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I should feel privileged and honoured to be so close to their FEET... |
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...not ASHAMED! |