Flawless
My pretty prison-visitor mistress's socks are a bit like her - flawless. The same cannot necessarily be said for her shoes which often show all the usual signs of everyday dirt and grime that come from just walking along the pavements on the outside. Nevertheless, I must not baulk at kiss-respecting her dirty shoe leather, lest she take offence and decide never to visit me again! That would be a disaster, since viewing her flawless, white socks all close-up and personal through my humble, cell-door hatch is the undoubted highlight of my otherwise miserable week!
It's such a sweet and selfless thing for her to do - to visit the foothole dungeons every Friday on her way home from work, just so that a dirty prisoner-slave like myself can get a taste of the outside from the surfaces of her shoes, even if only for a few moments. I wish I knew her name, but we prisoner-slaves are forbidden to converse with our visitors. We are only permitted to kiss their feet.