A bright and intelligent young woman of the Gynarchy, who is a smoker to
boot, and who has apparently just witnessed my humiliation at the sneakered
feet of another man who is better than me, stops to mock me and to tease me
with her own sneakers and socks.
She asks me how I had liked it, having to kiss another man’s
feet? Didn’t I feel shame? Don’t I feel worthless and used?
I humbly and respectfully reply to the pretty mistress-madam
that I do indeed feel used, but that that is precisely what I’m here for – to be
used by all as a footslave, begging the madam’s pardon miss? I then obsequiously and
politely invite the pretty mistress-madam to use me also. She laughs at me and
condescends to do so, though she warns me NOT to look at her above the SOCK – a
stipulation I am only too happy to comply with, since I know I am not worthy to
look at her, or at anyone for that matter, above their SOCKS!
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| Mockingly and sarcastically asking me how I had liked it - kissing another man's feet? |
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| I humbly respond to the mistress-madam that I had not liked it that much, but that I am here to be used, miss |
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| She kindly takes up my obsequious invitation to have her own feet kissed... |
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| ...looking down on me with giggling contempt as I pay lowly labial homage to her footwear... |
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| ...whilst making sure NOT to look at her above the SOCK, as she has ordered! |
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| Fearful of the consequences of not complying with her female orders, I focus on the lower area of SOCK... |
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| ...as I taste where my mocking customer-mistress has been! |
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| She deftly switches her sneakered feet in front of my face... |
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| ...thereby giving me a humiliating taste of her other SHOE! |
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| 'Keep looking at my SOCK, slavey boy!'... 'Yes, miss.' |
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| As abruptly as she came, she turns to gloatingly walk away from me |
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| She has every right to GLOAT and be pleased with herself, for she has just added to my daily dose of humiliation! |
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| Now that her pretty back is turned, I audaciously look further up her SOCK... |
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| ...up towards her shapely-socked ANKLE! |
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| I in no way allow my gaze to rise above her SOCK... |
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| ...out of respect for the young woman's superior personage |
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| Instead, I humbly focus on the CREASES in her SOCKED ANKLE! |
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