Your Default Position

The bright, young woman has not deigned to bark down any orders at you as she plonked her black-leather-anklebooted foot down onto the wooden footblock beneath your confined face. That’s because she is too busy chatting to her beloved boyfriend on the phone.

You must therefore, by law, revert to the default footkisser’s position of merely kissing her outstretched boot-toe – even though you ache with every fibre of your pathetic, footslave being to lick the dirt from her boots, so conditioned have you become to the humbling taste of other human beings’ bootmud; the bootmud of your betters.

You must also by law, having been designated as a ‘socks fancier’, fancy her socks as you kiss boot, and so you do just that, whilst your pathetic head bobs up and down with puckered lips over her muddy boot-toe, by contemplating the following:

·         Her socks are very feminine, being thinly stitched and patterned

·         They accentuate the beauty of the customer-mistress’s already shapely ankles, and stunning leg tattoo

·         They are creased in one or two places, adding to your humiliation

·         They include yellow spider motifs

·         You are frightened of spiders – especially yellow, potentially poisonous ones like these. They might bite you, and hurt you

·         You are therefore frightened of this girl’s socks

·         However, you are even more frightened of her leg tattoo which includes a scary, angry face glowering down at you – as if warning you not to look up at its mistress’s leg, but rather to keep your beady eyes focussed on the material of her sock

·         You therefore lower your eyes again, and continue to kiss female sock whilst being wary of the yellow spider motifs

·         Because your head is so lowly, you cannot see up as far as the mistress’s breasts. If you could, you would observe that the T shirt covering her breasts declares ‘I am the boss. Obey!’

·         But, fortunately for you, you do not need to be told she is the boss. All your customers are your bosses, and must be respected and obeyed, whatever their choice of footwear and of sock

·         This talkative (but not to you) customer-mistress may be here for some time, as she is deep in conversation high above you with a real man whilst she is subconsciously having her boots kissed by you – a slave man

·         So you would do well to get used to her socks, and the feel of her bootleather on your lowly lips

Ha! Ha! What a loser you are – terrified of a young woman’s spidery-themed socks and not daring to look her in the tattooed leg. What a wimp!

But that is your default position in life – a frightened bootkisser and sock-studier! Ha! Ha!