Her Fantasies
Some of my customers have fantasies about owning me:
‘I make you my personal feet slave. All the time you kiss only
my feet; you look only my sock. You not please me, I beat you. My husband beat
you. We make you frightened of us. We be your masters!’
It’s a ‘fantasy’ only insofar as the Gynarchy authorities
would never release me from my current role and I am not for sale. I too can
dream, however!
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| ‘I make you my personal feet slave... |
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| ...All the time you kiss only my feet; you look only my sock... |
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| ...You not please me, I beat you. My husband beat you... |
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| ...We make you frightened of us. We be your masters!’ |
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| As I humbly listen to the pretty customer-mistress's fantasies, I share in them! |
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| I can think of a lot worse fates than being her personal footslave! |
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| I stare at the SOCKS that would own me |
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| They look nice |
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| Clean and straight! |
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| Of course, I would not relish the promised BEATINGS! |
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| But a bit of PAIN would be worth it to be the full-time servant of these SOCKS! |
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| It's all just a fantasy, however! The authorities would never release me into the custody of her SOCKS! |












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