In the 24/7 city, a 24/7 feetslave is never off duty,
even in the wee small hours of the morning – kissing feet 24/7, 365 days (and
nights) a year!
Still, looking on the bright side – he gets to admire thousands
of SOCKS day in and day out; the SOCKS of his betters! All those creases and
folds; all those different patterns in the stitchings. It’s a privileged
position, really, albeit an intensely lowly one!
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Such a lowly privilege - kissing the feet of a customer-mistress late at night... |
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...and being so close to her SOCKS! |
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The slave gets a good view of her SOCK CREASES... |
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...as he tastes her SNEAKER-TOE! |
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Do you think he really appreciates the privileged position he is in? |
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If not, perhaps a few licks of the WHIP would remind him of his good fortune? |
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The pretty wearer of the SNEAKERS and SOCKS ignores him, of course! |
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He's just a thing that kisses feet. Part of the street furniture. |
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A feetkissing, sockstaring nothing and a nobody |
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Her SOCKS are worth more than him! |
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As she turns to leave, he gets a splendid nighttime view of the side of her SOCK! |
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Just think, that SOCK will have been on the pretty customer's foot all day. It must be saturated in her precious and unique FEET-DNA? What a lowly privilege to have kissed the SNEAKER that covers it! |