It’s only when the lovely customer-mistress stops directly
in front of my confined face that I get to see the top of her short, black
sneaker-sock beneath her blue denim jean hem. I wasn’t expecting that! I’d have
put money on her socks being white (if I had any money, that is; which I don’t,
of course – being a mere slave!)
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She ambles towards me on a sunny afternoon, cigarette in hand |
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She stops to look down upon me in the derogatory manner most of my customers, quite rightly, do! |
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Then casually, and without uttering a word, she stretches forth her right sneakered foot towards my menial mouth... |
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...before taking a drag on her cigarette... |
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...and then glancing down at me to witness my humiliation at her feet |
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She deftly switches feet in front of my face |
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'Stare at my sock, slave!' |
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Those turn out to be her only ever words to me |
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But what glorious, fabulous words they are! |
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For her black socks are fabulous... |
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...and a pleasant surprise! |
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I had been expecting white socks, to match the white in her sneakers! |
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But black socks always look good on a girl! |
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They indicate a no-nonsense, devil-may-care attitude |
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And this girl doesn't give a sh*t about me! |
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Eventually, after several more drags on her refreshing cigarette, she turns her back on me and walks away |
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What a truly fabulous young woman... |
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...a smoker... |
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...her name, presumably, beginning with the letter 'N' (Nikki? Or 'mistress Nikki' to me?')... |
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...tattooed... |
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...and wearing BLACK SOCKS inside her blue and white sneakers! |
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A customer really doesn't get any more impressive than this! |
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My humbling view of the backs of her departing socks |
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Her BLACK SOCKS! |
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Her SOCKS! |