Knowledge Is Power

She seems somewhat shy and diffident about using me to have her feet kissed when she first approaches my humble head out on the street, but she soon overcomes her inhibitions and, by the time she has finished using me she is brimming with female confidence and power. For knowledge is power - and she now knows she is my superior!

A somewhat shy and diffident approach to my humble head


She ruminates for a moment on whether or not to use me


She then coquettishly moves her right foot up to my face
 

My lowly lips make contact with her rubbery sneaker-toe


I am simultaneously acutely aware of her short, white sock


She clearly enjoys the feel of my lips on her shoe...


...for she soon switches feet to a much more confident posture


I kiss-respect her outstretched, left sneaker


She now towers over me like a veritable female colossus...


...full of female self-confidence...


...and looking down on me both literally and figuratively...


...the impotent male slave at her feet!


She leaves brimming with confidence


Her pretty face now beaming with female pride...


...at her humiliation of the male humble-head slave!


And rightly so


For she is my infinite better


And now everybody knows it!


I watch my better's feet leave me behind in the dirt...


...and admire her shapely-socked heels and ankles


 

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