Nerdy Master-Sir & Hippy Mistress-Madam

I overhear the nerdy-looking, freemale master-sir (a much better man than me), who often hangs around watching me at my humble work, telling the stunningly beautiful, hippy customer-mistress that she looks cool having her socks kissed in public by the ‘ugly humble head’. The master-sir is correct; she does look cool. And I am ugly.

Having complimented her, the master-sir then politely enquires of the hippy mistress how long she has been wearing said socks? She replies that she has been wearing them all day since early this morning, so she’s guessing they might be smelling a bit ‘funky’ to my humble-head nose? The mistress-madam is also correct – her socks do smell a bit vinegary beneath my nose, even though they have, presumably, been able to breathe all day in her open-toed sandals. Maybe she simply hasn’t bathed her feet in a while?

The nerdy master-sir laughs and tells her not to worry – that’s what slaves are for: to kiss and smell the sweaty socks of their betters. Indeed he goes further, and congratulatesher on having sweaty socks. He then boldly invites her back to his place ‘for a coffee’.

The customer-mistress duly accepts his kind invitation and the couple head off, hand in hand, having clearly hit it off. I imagine both their pairs of socks will soon be lying discarded on the master-sir’s bedsit floor as they make love to one another on his creaky bed. Like I said, he is a much better man than me. I’m just an impotent sock-kissing and sock-smelling fool, whereas he is an attractive and potent free male! I wish him well – and the mistress, of course!













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