A pretty customer-mistress approaches me and immediately
begins mocking me. She asks me how I am liking it, being a down-in-the-dirt public footslave and
having to kiss people’s feet all day? A slave must never indulge in cheeky
backchat whenever responding to a superior being, but must always speak with
the utmost slavish decorum and respect. So, whilst respectfully keeping my
lowly eyes fixated on her SOCKS, I humbly and obsequiously respond that I am
liking it, but not that much madam, begging your female pardon and
understanding miss I like your socks miss?
She laughs at me and stretches forth her left, sneakered
foot in front of my face, ordering me to kiss it. I do so, and she deftly
switches feet in front of my face for me to kiss-respect her other sneaker.
Then, as quickly as she had arrived, she leaves me to rot in
the dirt behind her, all the time giggling and sniggering to herself as she
leaves. What a privilege, what a lowly honour it is for the likes of me to be
mocked and spoken down to by a superior creature such as this, and to kiss her
feet and admire her SOCKS – the creased SOCKS of another man’s girlfriend, no
doubt – a much better man than me!
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| She approaches me whilst already sniggering to herself |
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| She stops directly in front of my confined face and asks me how I am liking it - being a footslave? |
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| I humbly and respectfully confirm to the pretty mistress-madam that I am liking it, but not that much pretty mistress... |
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| ...begging her female pardon miss... |
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| ...please don't hurt me miss... |
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| ...I like your socks miss? |
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| I look up admiringly at the pretty customer-mistress's SOCK CREASES... |
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| ...as I humbly extol their virtues! |
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| She shoves her left foot onto my menial mouth and orders me to kiss it |
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| Swiftly followed by her right, sneakered foot! |
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| I can hear her continuing to laugh at me as I pay labial homage to her everyday footwear |
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| How she must despise me - the lowly, feetkissing humble-head at her feet! |
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| Still laughing at me, she turns to leave... |
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| ...rightly pleased with herself! |
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| For my humble part, I continue to admire her SOCKS in respectful silence |
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| The SOCKS, no doubt, of another man's girlfriend! |
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| Oh how I look up to this bright young woman's SOCKS |
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| They are better than me |
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| As are her SNEAKERS! |
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| Even the DIRT she has walked in, stuck to the SOLES of her SNEAKERS, is better than me! |
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