Eyes Led Astray
Regular customer-mistress Ms Fiona madam is mocking my sore, stiff, fixed neck as it is bent over her outstretched foot. She asks me how I like it – having to look down all the time at my customer’s dirty shoes and boots all the time, and not being able to look up at their faces? I reply most humbly and reverentially, for I am addressing a superior woman, that I like it, but not that much, if she would be so kind and understanding to a helpless slave? She laughs (at me) and enquires whether I don’t at least enjoy admiring my customers’ socks, to which I reply, of course, that I do very much appreciate my customers’ socks. Indeed, my customers’ socks are my life!
She laughs out loud at me again and commands me to tell her what I like about her socks. I humbly reply that I like the thick, ribbed, cotton stitching in the tops of her plain black bootsocks, and the way her black socks contrast so vividly with her smooth, white legskin. She duly reprimands me for looking at her skin and promises to report me to the authorities and have me soundly whipped. She counsels me to focus on her boots and socks alone, since I am just a public footwear slave, and I am not worthy to look at, or even think about, the bare flesh of an attractive, young woman such as she.
I apologise profusely to mistress Fiona madam and instantly obey her by kiss-respecting her outstretched, black leather boot-toe whilst thinking about her ribbed sock as it towers over my humiliated, humble head. I do not allow my eyes to stray again onto her bare legskin, not even in my peripheral vision. But it’s already too late – I know I’m going to be reported and whipped!
And rightly so!
