Sometimes I can’t resist expressing my slavish admiration
for a customer’s socks:
‘Kiss my feet, slave!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. I admire
your socks, miss?’
‘Shut up, slave, and kiss my sneaker!’
I shut up and kiss sneaker, but continue to admire the
pretty customer’s SOCK – in abject silence!
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‘Kiss my feet, slave!’ |
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Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. I admire your socks, miss?’ |
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What's not to admire about this SOCK? |
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The plain grey STITCHING! The CONTOURS! |
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These are SOCKS worthy of any footslave's undying admiration! |
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But my menial mouth has been ordered to shut up and focus on kissing SNEAKERS |
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So that's exactly what it does! |
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As a slave, I must always obey my customer masters and mistresses... |
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...to the letter! |
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The beautiful customer turns her back on me and silently leaves |
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I hope my words of admiration for her SOCKS are still in her superior thoughts! |
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But who knows what a goddess like this might be thinking? |
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Certainly not me - a down-in-the-dirt, common public footservant! |
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Still, I look admiringly at her SOCKS! |
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I can't take my eyes off her SOCKS! |
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SOCKS! |