Jollity From Power
This customer-mistress seems very jolly as she uses me on a bright and sunny day. She still expects me to show her the utmost slavish respect, of course! It’s a jollity that comes from absolute power! ‘Kiss my feet, slave. And don’t look at me, or even think of me, above my socks!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. I am lower than your socks, miss.’ I can hear her laughing at me even on her approach ‘Kiss my feet, slave. And don’t look at me, or even think of me, above my socks!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. I am lower than your socks, miss.’ It's true. I literally must look up to her SOCKS! And my menial mind is not even capable of thinking about this superb and bright young woman above her SOCKS! Her SOCKS! SOCK! As I taste her sneaker leather, I stare admiringly at her SOCK! Her SOCK is a superior entity to me, being the SOCK of a fabulous and jolly young woman! I hope and pray she is pleased with my obedience? She knows it is a privilege for me - a mere public humble hea...