Day and night I must kiss feet – the feet of my betters; be
they male or female; casually or formally dressed. All must be shown
appropriate slavish respect, and their SOCKS, if visible, must be studied and
admired.
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| All footwear that is presented to my menial, municipal mouth must be kiss-respected |
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| Especially the footwear of an uber pretty customer-mistress such as this! |
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| I can just see the elasticated tops of her white BOOTSOCKS |
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| By Law, therefore, I am required to ponder her WHITE SOCKS deep inside her BOOTS |
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| I must contemplate their sweatiness or otherwise inside her warm, heavy BOOTS |
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| Not that I may neglect the forthcoming, much more formal, BLACK SOCKS waiting in the wings! |
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| The SOCKS of a smartly dressed and handsome customer MASTER-SIR! |
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| But, for now, it is the casual BOOTS and SOCKS of the beautiful CUSTOMER-MISTRESS that I must focus upon |
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| BOOTS and SOCKS of casual FEMALE POWER! |
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| I look up to her WHITE SOCKS, both literally and figuratively... |
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| ...as befits a public footslave down amongst BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS. |
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| The BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS of his BETTERS! |
