On A Rainy Night
A truly superb and ridiculously beautiful customer-mistress in her early to mid-twenties heads towards me on a rainy night, seemingly just itching to have her feet kissed! I pucker up expectantly as she approaches.
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| There is a look of steely determination on her face that says, 'You will kiss my feet, slave!' |
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| Her street-soiled sneakers stop directly outside my foothold |
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| 'Kiss my foot, slave!', she barks, presenting her dirty right sneaker-toe at the aperture |
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| I get a good view of her SOCK as I place my lowly lips on the proffered sneaker-toe... |
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| ...and as this casually-attired goddess looks down upon me from on high, both literally and spiritually! |
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| She then further demonstrates her contempt by silently turning her back on me to walk away from whence she came |
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| All I can do is humbly observe the backs of her departing sneakers and socks... |
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| ...and wish I could crawl behind them to heel through the puddles... |
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| ...in order to serve them further! |









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