The Stocks Feet Slave has been there seemingly forever.
Nobody knows why he was sentenced to life permanently in the stocks. But
likewise nobody can remember a time when he wasn’t there, kissing the feet of
his betters. He’s just there to be used – and used he very much is!
‘You kiss my pretty girlfriend-o feet-o, slave! You show
her respect! Not look at her above SOCK!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’
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| 'You kiss my pretty girlfriend-o feet-o, slave! You show her respect! Not look at her above SOCK!’ |
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| ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’ |
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| Kissing feet is all I do - day in and day out; 365 days a year! |
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| I can't remember a time when I wasn't confined in the low-level stocks, kissing feet! |
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| And it is right and proper that I should do so. For these people are all my betters! |
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| The master-sir has made it clear that I am NOT to look at his girlfriend above the SOCK! |
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| The implicit threat if I do so is of a WHIPPING! |
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| Master's own SOCKS are worth looking at |
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| I admire the CREASES and FOLDS in his white SOCKS! |
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| I would love to get my menial mouth on his SNEAKERS! |
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| But, for now at least, I must focus my lowly lips on the SNEAKERS of his girlfgriend |
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| And my eyes on her SOCKS! |
