Like I said before, as a free-for-all, public footslave I am
utterly powerless to control who approaches me and uses me, and must show everyone,
and their footwear, the utmost slavish respect!
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| A master-sir approaches me wearing brown loafers and red SOCKS |
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| As he gets closer, I can observe that his SOCKS are CREASED! |
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| The manly SHOES and SOCKS stop in front of me... |
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| ...before the RIGHT LOAFER SHOE is unceremoniously shoved towards my menial mouth... |
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| ...followed by the LEFT |
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| I kiss the SHOE and admire the SOCK |
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| The SHOE and SOCK of a REAL man - in my face! |
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| 'Look directly at my SOCK, boy!' |
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| 'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' |
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| I obey the master's command, just as I must obey all my customers' commands! |
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| I look him directly in the RED SOCK! |
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| I don't dare take my eyes off his SOCKS as he turns to depart. These are the SOCKS of a REAL man. I must respect them! |