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 | 














