Insole Story

Author: prretyfoot
Word count: 4881
Shan Ming is kneeling in the bedroom of his small apartment, with two shoes enshrined in front of him.
It’s because one is a Latin dance shoe, the other is a maroon martin boot that is also the left foot, and the other half,
The other half was rewarded by the Master to another stupid slave. Although it has been two years since I graduated from university, the Master has not given me any more
After a little contact with him, even the QQ friends were deleted from the lists of both parties. But he can’t forget the four years of college
After paying homage to the two broken shoes in front of him, he felt a little bitter in his heart, not knowing which one was taken by the owner.
Is the one who is leaving still following the Venerable Master? Unemployed today, I feel a lot of emotion. Fortunately, the owner in my mailbox
My email will not be forcibly deleted, so I should take the liberty of sending an email to the owner to express my miss.

Dear and beautiful Master:

I don’t know how the Venerable Master is doing now, but I think you should be the Venerable Master alone. eager to see you
Huan Yan, although you don’t want to be a slave anymore, but the slave still insists on saying hello to the shoes given by the master every day,
I hope the owner will come true.

Venerable Master, in fact, when I just received the admission notice, I had the idea of ​​looking for a master near the school.
idea. I have been looking for you on QQ for a long time, but I came across you by chance. You are really generous and
Very cheerful, full of demeanor and wisdom of the master, I was captured in no time, how I hope that after entering school
Can always follow the master’s side. Fate made a huge joke on this slave—the Master is actually my colleague
Miss class. (The reason why she is a senior is because she was transferred to this class after leaving school last year.)

What I didn’t even expect was that the first thing you said when you saw me was: “Why are you so handsome? I regret it
, I don’t want you anymore. “In the face of my astonishment, in the face of my plea, you were really moved, you told the slave, really
If you don’t want to be your slave, you can only live under the soles of your shoes. I didn’t understand what you said at the time, until you stopped being a slave
, the servant knows, you haven’t let me touch any body part except hands in the past four years, not even hands
It is your last resort to contact. The slave felt a little sad, but he couldn’t give up.

The first gift the Master gave to Nu was to use the high-heeled sandals on your feet to carve you on Nu’s face.
imprint. I am grateful to you, as soon as we met, you gave me a gift that will last forever. I never thought of using it to remove scars.
This is the deepest love the Venerable Master has for his slaves. Although the younger sister who came to send slaves to school thinks of this
The stigmata are like the sole prints on the heels of the snow boots I bought the year before last, but in the face of the slave’s refusal to admit it, I can only
I can accept the statement that it is stuck on the wall.

Does the Venerable Master still remember the grove outside the west gate of the school? It’s a place nobody likes to go
It is one of our most frequented places. In that quiet environment, it has become our paradise.
over there,The shoes of the Master are always higher than those of the slaves, because since entering the woods, the Master has been standing on the
On my body, even if it was raining that day, I would have to crawl over the muddy ground, and I didn’t dare to let the soles of the master’s shoes
Fall to the ground, because whatever you step on during this process will fall into the slave’s stomach. Nurse
Hope to get more care from the Master, but the Master is not a slave, a slave is the Master, in order to be able to protect
On the premise that I have enough ability to serve the Master, I have always acted cautiously. every time you finish dancing
I like wearing dancing shoes to find the damage caused by a stupid dance partner on Nu, although sometimes I almost feel
I will be trampled to death by the master in the next moment, but I am still full of joy, because you are the most beautiful at this time.

Do you know why I signed up for the boxing club? Since the first day I met the Master, my face and body
There are scars everywhere, even the first half a month after entering school, your heel almost took my eyes out of your eyes.
The socket was dug out. In order not to arouse unnecessary suspicion to too many people, Nu resolutely signed up for boxing.
society. It’s not slave bragging, those cowards are not slaves at all, but in order to protect your reputation, slave just
In the boxing club, it is at the upper-middle level. It’s just that the slave is ridiculed for being overconfident, and will not have any harm to the master.
The slightest impact.

Originally, when I was a sophomore in college, the Venerable Master said that I would move out to rent a house. I thought that the Venerable Master would accept me, so I was happy.
With your consent, I moved there and became your complete nanny. Although we are renting two rooms and one living room,
… There was a bedroom full of the Venerable Master’s shoes. I look forward to the Master’s grace, but…the Master brought back
A slave who called the Venerable Master was heartbroken at that time. That slave looks like a crooked melon and cracked dates is also a violation
Zhang Jianzhu speaks at an average level, not as good as the tongue “trained” by your shoes.
the head! But it is such a shoddy product, but he can accept all the grace of the master, even including sleeping
! Nu kept looking for opportunities to beat him, but he didn’t expect this guy to survive until the end. I know,
The master took him away, I don’t know if he is still serving by the Master’s side, if so, I have to admit
He is the luckiest slave in the world.

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