A superb Japanese couple happily encounter me and brilliantly
humble me on the suburban street corner
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| 'Haha, look Hiroshi - a slave! You make him kiss your feet. Show him who real man!' |
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| 'Haha, you hear my girlfriend, slave? She want you kiss my feet!' |
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| 'You obey! You kiss master Hiroshi feet!' |
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| 'Haha, how you like it, slave? You like taste of master Hiroshi shoe? Smell?' |
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| 'Oh pray, master Hiroshi sir, yes indeed, master Hiroshi sir... |
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| ...Truly it is an honour for me to be so close to your SOCK, master sir?... |
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| ...Sir, your SOCK is the SOCK of a real man, sir, begging your pardon and understanding, master?' |
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| I hear the master-sir's pretty girlfriend giggling at my obsequious fawning towards her boyfriend's SHOES and SOCKS |
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| I only wish I could get my lowly lips onto her SHOES, and study her SOCKS, as well? |
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| But the master-sir hogs all my footslavish attention, as befits a superior free man dealing with an inferior slave man! |
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| As the couple leave, I hear the mistress-madam congratulating her boyfriend in Japanese on his manly humiliation of me |
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| For my brilliantly humbled part, all I can do is look with slavish awe upon the happy couple's departing SHOES and SOCKS |
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