‘Kiss my feet a thousand times, sockieboy!’
It’s a somewhat drunken order, but nevertheless one that must
be obeyed. I’m just a slave. I duly lower my lips to the drunkenly proffered,
scruffy boot-toe as the pretty wearer takes a self-indulgent selfie above me,
as is her perfect right!
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| The drunken customer-mistress takes an arrogant and self-indulgent selfie having ordered me to kiss her feet 1000 times! |
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| She has every right to do so, of course - on both counts! |
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| She referred to me as a 'sockieboy', and I can't help but be aware of her creased, unkempt SOCK atop her BOOT! |
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| I dare not look up directly at the SOCK, however. Drunken masters and mistresses can be a danger to a slave like me! |
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| They can be easily provoked into hurting a public footslave if they feel in the least bit slighted or disrespected! |
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| So I keep my humble head, and my gaze, low - focused on the task in mouth; that of kissing her BOOT! |
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| She's not interested in photographing me, you will note. She's entirely self-obsessed. And rightly so! |
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| 'Haha, that's right sockieboy! Kiss em' good... |
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| ...a thousand times, remember!' |
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| Her upper SOCK brushes against my forehead as I comply with her fustian female wishes |
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| Please feel free to move on. This may take some time! |
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