Several hours later, the common-or-garden footslave
encounters his next pair of passing feet – this time the SOCKS and SANDALS of a,
somewhat portly, gentleman master-sir. Not exactly the slave’s favourite
footwear combination to have to kiss-respect, but, pathetic old fool that he
is, he is still grateful for the SANDAL and SOCK company!
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| The common-or-garden footslave has no say over which type of feet present themselves to his menial mouth |
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| A pair of portly male feet, clad in SANDALS and SOCKS, stop in front of him |
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| The RIGHT SOCK and SANDAL is then presented to his menial mouth |
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| The slave humbly kisses the man's SOCKED TOES |
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| I wonder if they smell as fragrant as the sweet-smelling lavender that surrounds them? |
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| The man doesn't care if his FEET and SOCKS smell |
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| He just wants them kiss-respected by the common-or-garden footslave, as he is entitled to do! |
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| Without even acknowledging the slave at his feet, the man moves on... |
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...leaving the slave feeling bereft, once again!
 | Haha, get used to it, old slavey! You're just a common-or-garden footslave - quickly forgotten, amongst the forget-me-nots!
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