Raw Socks

Oftentimes my mistress will have me kiss her on the raw socks - either before she slips on her sneakers in order to go out, or just after she has taken them off on her return home. She says she likes the feel of my 'lackey-boy lips' touching her stale footsweat on the surfaces of her warm socks. I, of course, have no choice in the matter. I'm just a front-porch slave who must kiss whatever feet or footwear is placed in front of him, and in whatever condition. I belong at the stinky feet of my betters!













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