Slither

Sometimes all it needs is a slither of pure, white sock above a shapely ankleboot rim to engender respect and admiration for a customer-mistress in a lowly head-in-the-wall footslave. For it is a humiliating reminder for him, if one were needed, of the customer-mistress’s soft, feminine side in stark contrast to the prickly exterior of her boot which he must humbly kiss-worship.

See how his humble head is so close to the female sock he can even make out the individual lines of stitching in it!

And as the bright customer-mistress turns her back on the slave to walk away from him with a knowingly triumphant smile on her pretty face, all the helpless slave can do is focus on the slithers of white sock at the backs of her boots, and yearn for their speedy and gracious return.


Oh if only he were free to slither on his belly out of the cruel wall in which he is confined in order to follow those white socks to heel!






















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