Even at night I must kiss feet and admire SOCKS. There is no
rest for the wretched!
‘Kiss my feet, boy.’
‘Yes sir, master sir. Sir, I admire your socks, master
sir?’
I feel it is appropriate for me to verbally express my admiration
for the stranger master-sir’s short, black socks, in the most respectful and awestruck
of tones, since I want him to know that I am slavishly paying attention to his
magnificent feet and footwear as I kiss them, as befits a public footslave
showing respect for his mighty customer-master sir.
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| ‘Kiss my feet, boy.’ |
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| ‘Yes sir, master sir. Sir, I admire your socks, master sir?’ |
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| What's not to admire about this stranger-sir's short black SOCKS that will have been on his feet all day? |
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| The curvature. The stitching. |
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| The two grey lines at the top of each sock! |
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| Besides, it would be difficult for my lowly, footslave eyes to avoid focusing on the master's SOCKS... |
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| ...whilst my menial mouth is paying homage to his manly sneaker leather! |
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| These are the SNEAKERS and SOCKS of GREATNESS! |
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| Of a FREE Man! |
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| And therefore of a much BETTER MAN than me! |
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| I'm just a slave |
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| Fit only to kiss this man's FEET |
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| And slavishly admire his SOCKS |
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| The SOCKS of a REAL MAN! |
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| What a lowly privilege! What a humbling honour! |
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| All too soon, the manly SNEAKERS and SOCKS turn to walk away from me |
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| I remain focused on the TOPS of the departing customer-master's SOCKS... |
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| ...as I ponder my LOWLINESS... |
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| ...in the face of such SUPERIOR MANHOOD! |
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| God bless the master-sir! |
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| I expect he'll be heading off to have sex with his girlfriend now... |
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| ...like any real man would be doing of an evening? |
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| I only wish I could follow his SOCKS to heel, and then study them on the bedroom floor whilst he is making love |
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