Balmy Evening
On a balmy evening in the town piazza, my mistress relaxes on a bench with a magazine whilst I kneel in the dirt at her feet, where I belong. And just to make sure I don't take my lowly eyes or my menial mind off my mistress's SOCKS, my mighty taskmaster-sir stands behind me with his WHIP - always ready to strike!
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| I am watched over by my magnificent taskmaster-sir as I kneel in the dirt next to my pretty mistress's feet |
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| She relaxes with a magazine whilst I obediently study her SOCKS |
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| This is what slaves do - they humbly and reverentially study the SOCKS of their BETTERS |
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| I admire my own mistress's SHAPELY ANKLES and the way her SOCK stretches over the ANKLEBONE! |
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| I dare not raise my humble head above my mistress's SOCKS, or even think about her above the SOCKS! |
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| Her SOCKS are my life! |
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| Along with my taskmaster-sir's BOOTS! |
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| He is not a MAN to suffer slaves gladly... |
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| ...and his WHIP is always to hand! |
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| As you can see, he is in no way averse to using the WHIP |
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| And rightly so, for slaves like me must be kept in their place... |
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| ...beneath their mistresses' SHOES and SOCKS! |












Here I am my friend. This time I ask you a new scene of the under glass cinema footslave . This time is more interesting, though. My idea is that the slave's head protrudes from the floor. He just has a protective glass barrier above his face, you know. In a... Diagonal way, I mean the girl, a blonde bombshell, set her flip flops above that glass and must be comfy. After a while she takes the flip flops off and her bare soles are literally 3 cm from his face, and he suffers. The girl is sitting nearby her mascoline chad boyfriend. After a while they swap seats... The boyfriend is able to remove the glass (maybe there's a button somewhere) and put his bare soles on his face. What do you think? This could be a patheticus masterpiece. Admit that my ideas are worth It XD
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