Contemplating The Boots, Shoes & Socks Of His Betters



























This is what the pathetic, public humble head is thinking as he is surrounded by the boots, shoes and socks of his betters on the local sink-estate:

‘Truly it is an honour and a privilege for me to be lickshining this orange-haired girl’s patent black leather ankleboots, and to taste where she has been walking on the sink estate. I particularly like the way her white cotton socktops contrast so vividly with her black leather boot tops. It’s as if her socks are towering over my head, and I feel humbled to be lower than her socks. No wonder she is looking down on me with contempt.

As is her Indian-girl friend standing next to her. I can’t wait to get my tongue on the rough-looking leather of her brown boots. Her socks are grey, and I do like the way they are folded over at the tops, revealing just the tiniest slither of her soft, brown legskin.

Meanwhile the blonde-haired mistress crouching down next to me is wearing black and white, high top converse sneakers with bright pink socks. I like the way her socks are all creased around her shapely ankles. Hopefully, I will get to see some subliminal movement in those pink sock creases when she presents her feet to me for kissing and/or licking.

As for the hoodied master-sir accompanying the three girls, I unfortunately cannot see if he is wearing any socks inside his sneakers, but the sneakers themselves look musty-tasting. It will be my honour to lickshine the young master-sir’s sneakers in front of his ladyfriends, and thus ‘big him up’ in their eyes. Hopefully the outstretched positioning of his manly, sneakered foot in front of my face will also afford me a glimpse of his socks in due course.

Truly I am not worthy to be surrounded by such greatness. I must humble my head before the boots, shoes and socks of everyone present, and just hope and pray that none of my betters decides to hurt me – though they have every right to do so; I’m just a slave!’

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