Spotted
You’ve been spotted!
The young Asian woman who is out promenading with her Asian boyfriend in the town square has spotted you, the public footslave, and the happy couple waste no time in making their way over in order to humiliate you. When they reach you, you first hear the young woman whispering something in Chinese into her boyfriend’s ear high above you as she plots something with him, but she then crouches down to ask you, in broken English and with a cute Chinese accent, whether you like her sneakers?
As the customer-mistress has asked you a question about her footwear you are permitted, indeed required, by law to answer. And so you tell her, quite honestly, that you do like her bright, blue and yellow sneakers, and that in your humble opinion the sneakers beautify her feet, as do her short, black sneaker-socks.
She laughs and puts her face even closer to yours so that you can smell the remains of her evening meal on her breath. She condescendingly informs you (again in broken English) that her sneakers were a gift from her boyfriend, but that, unfortunately, they are now all grimy and dirty, and so she is ordering you to lickshine her sneakers in order to make them look as good as new again, thus pleasing her boyfriend. She further warns you that if you fail to please her boyfriend with your shoelicking she will report you for insolence to the authorities and have you whipped.
She then stands up straight and positions her dirty sneakered foot in front of your face, and you dutifully bow your head and lick. She graciously helps you out, by rolling each foot from side to side so that your tongue can gain greater purchase on not just the dirty treads of her sneakers, but also the grubby, street-soiled sides.
Of course, much of the dirt is deeply ingrained and would take more than a slave’s useless tongue to remove it, but you nevertheless get a good flavour of where she has been walking out with her boyfriend – a much younger and better man than you!
When you have finished lickshining her sneakers, you then have the added indignity of having to look at the young woman’s sneakered and socked feet as she kisses her manly boyfriend high above you – the coquettish positioning of said feet meaning that you can observe a tiny slither of her soft, bare ankleskin just below her skinny-tight, blue denim jean hem and above her short, black sockline. It’s the only part of her skin fit for a footslave’s eyes, but, nevertheless, out of respect for her boyfriend, you focus in on the creases in her black sock.
The horny, young couple then leave you in your enforced celibacy as they head off through the square back to their hotel room to make love, both of them lasciviously aroused by their humiliation of you. Just think about this bright, young woman’s sweaty, discarded, black socks lying forlornly on the hotel bedroom floor whilst she makes love to her boyfriend in their opulent, hotel bed.
Ha! Ha! You’re a complete loser, slave! Not only do you not get her; you don’t even get her socks!
