If variety really is the spice of life, then this old, public footslave has surely had his fill? Although he is permanently immured in his
lowly position at people’s ankle-level in a dirty alcove, a wide variety of
customers pass by him, and every day brings a new pair of SHOES and SOCKS for
him to slavishly respect and admire!
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| A new, hitherto unforessen, customer-mistress for the elderly public footslave to serve |
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| He is always thrilled to have a new pair of SHOES to kiss and SOCKS to admire! |
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| Observe how intently, and reverentially, he studies the customer-mistress's SOCK |
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| He is particularly enaoured by the contrasts in the STITCHING of the main body of the SOCK... |
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| ...and the elasticated UPPER! |
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| Such a shapely SOCK on such a shapely ANKLE! |
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| And the other SOCK and ANKLE, when they are presented to him, are just as impressive! |
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| This public footservant is so well-trained and conditioned to looking at SOCKS... |
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| ...that he isn't even tempted to look at the customer above the SOCK! |
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| He's pathetic like that! |
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| Of course, his encounters with his customers' SHOES and SOCKS never last long |
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| They soon turn their backs on him... |
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| ...as they walk away in triumph! |
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| Leaving him wishing and dreaming... |
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...that he could follow them to heel, and get to know them properly!
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| But he's just a dumbass public footslave. He isn't going anywhere! |
