Next to cross over the threshold are the feet of my esteemed
mistress Kerionne’s mother, Ms Paulette madam
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| I recognise the feet of my mistress Kerionne's mother stepping over the threshold... |
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| ...those of 53-year-old Ms Paulette madam. Unlike her daughter before her, Ms Paulette madam is knowingly looking down at me... |
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| ...but, just like her daughter before her, she adopts an arrogant and aggressive stance in front of my feet-kissing face! |
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| And, just like her daughter, she silently shoves her right shoe first onto my menial mouth... |
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| ...folowed by her left |
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| Ms Paulette madam is a very religious woman, and she likes the ritual of having me, her front porch slave, kissing her and her family's feet every time they enter or leave the house |
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| But then, there's nothing unusual about that. This scene is repeated thousands of times a day throughout the Gynarchy's households! |
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| Ms Paulette madam still says nothing to me as, feet duly kiss-respected, she heads on in towards the living room. Again, nothing unusual about that. One doesn't normally speak to a slave! |
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| And so, once again I am left with my ignominious view of watching a pair of female feet that I have just kissed, leaving me to rot in the front porch by the welcome mat until the next time they happen my way! |
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