The pretty customer-mistress with the foreign accent states the blindingly obvious:
‘You a slave. You kiss my feet. Put mouth on shoe. Look
at sock. You obey, slave.’
Her words are as much statements of fact, as they are haughty
orders. Of course, I obey them to the letter.
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She approaches me with aplomb - the aplomb of a young woman who knows exactly how to address a slave like me |
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‘You a slave. You kiss my feet. Put mouth on shoe. Look at sock. You obey, slave.’ |
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I, of course, instantly obey her female orders cum statements of fact...
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...as she glowers down at me, disparagingly |
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I place my lowly lips onto her outstretched sneaker-toe... |
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...and taste and smell her female sneaker leather |
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She kindly switches feet in front of my face |
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I simultaneously study her SOCK... |
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...making sure to observe all the individual stitches in her SOCKTOP |
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I must obey and please this young woman |
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For she is my better |
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Just as everyone is my better! |
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I'm just a lowly, public footservant... |
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...a kisser of feet! |
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A man approaches us |
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It turns out he is the beautiful young woman's handsome boyfriend! |
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They embrace one another high above me |
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Her face lights up |
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I am instantly forgotten about... |
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...and must lower my gaze to the embracing feet of my betters |
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Just think, I have studied up-close and personal the stitching in the SOCKS of another man's beautiful girlfriend |
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I can observe his sandalled feet in the background too! |
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Socks, sneakers, feet, sandals, shoes and boots... |
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...such is my lowly life! |
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And that's a statement of fact! |