Vanity Becomes Her
This very beautiful, but very vain, young woman could just walk on by the head-in-the-wall footslave like hundreds of others:
But her boots and socks need sprucing up, so she decides to utilise him:
Note how the slave respectfully keeps his eyes low as he kisses the dusty boot-toe of the oriental, passer-by mistress. That’s because he has been trained to know that her sock – especially her fully pulled up sock, on her right leg, is higher and better than him, though even her scrunched down sock on her left leg is superior to him also, as is any female sock!):
See how her socks tower above him – and us! And note the pleasing contrast between the vertical stitching of her thick, cotton socks, and the ornate stitching of her black suede ankleboots.
Truly he, and we, are in the presence of boot and sock greatness!
She deftly switches booted feet below him, so that he now has the added ignominy of an untidy, scrunched-up bootsock above his humble, boot-kissing head:
A sock which we will now, respectfully, zoom in on, so that we can admire the makeshift creases and folds in the sock, and study the stitching:
Yes, truly we are all in the presence of female greatness:
And, like the head-in-the-wall footslave, we must keep our male thoughts suitably low and humble: