Spider ToThe Fly
The approaching customer-mistress is all smiles. But they aren’t exactly friendly smiles. More condescending. The sort of smile a spider might direct towards a hapless fly!
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She approaches like a spider coming towards a hapless fly |
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I am well and truly going to be at this mistress's mercy! |
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She stops directly in front of me: 'You're gonna kiss my feet, boy!' |
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'Yes, mistress. At once, mistress madam. Please don't hurt me, mistress?' |
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My plea for mercy is more of a request than a demand, as befits a slave! I admire her SOCKS, though! |
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Short, blue SNEAKER-SOCKS - only just visible over the rim of her SNEAKERS! |
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As a slave, you've gotta respect SOCKS like that! |
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The spider-mistress deftly switches her SNEAKERED and SOCKED feet in front of my fly face! |
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I can sense her momentarily watching me - gloating over me... |
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...before she turns her female attention to the contents of her phone... |
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...still smiling triumphantly... |
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...and leaving me to pay lowly lip-homage to her outstretched SNEAKER-TOE |
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I continue to study the SOCK admiringly... |
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...gain, as befits a captive SLAVE! |
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My humbling view of the lady's SHOE and SOCK |