A slightly portly master-sir approaches me in order to use me to have his sneakered feet kiss-respected. I am powerless to prevent him from doing so, both physically and legally, since the Laws of the Gynarchy state that any freemale master-sir can use me, on account of his being, by definition, a superior man to me. I'm just a slave.
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| This master-sir, though a complete stranger whom I have never met before, is perfectly entitled to use me |
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| I'm just a public footslave, which means just that - a slave of the general public... |
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| ...including master-sirs! |
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| He, quite rightly, looks down upon me as he shoves his sneakered foot onto my lowly lips |
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| I am equally subordinate to his SOCK! |
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| MUST show slavish respect for this stranger's SHOES and SOCKS! |
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| For they are the SHOES and SOCKS of a much better man than me! |
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| Compared to him, I'm just a weed... |
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| ...fit only to taste where he has been! |
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| I should deem it an honour to be allowed to even touch his dirty sneaker-toes with my menial mouth! |
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| Silently, he turns his back on me and walks away... |
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| ...leaving me to rot amongst the weeds and the dirt behind him |
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| I dare not even look at this magnificent and mighty master-sir above the SOCKS! |
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| My humble head must remain suitably bowed in the presence of his superior, departing SNEAKERS and SOCKS |
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| The SNEAKERS and SOCKS of a true gentleman! |
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| SNEAKERS and SOCKS I could only ever aspire to follow to HEEL! |
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| For we both know I am not good enough to be their full-time SHOE and SOCK servant! |
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