Dominantly Demure
I do very much appreciate the opportunity to serve a dominantly demure customer-mistress
A dominantly demure customer-mistress approaches me |
She is wearing demure jeans, sneakers and socks! |
They stop in front of me, surveying my lowliness |
Then the right demure sneaker is shoved onto my lowly lips... |
...swiftly followed by the left! |
I tilt my head ensuring my lips make good purchase with the shoe |
Meanwhile the dominantly demure mistress checks her phone |
She doesn't even deign to look at me as I kiss-respect her sneakers |
I'm just the garbage at her demure feet |
I study and admire her demure grey sock |
Truly I am honoured to be so close to this sock... |
...the sock of a demure goddess! |
A goddess with other things on her magnificent mind... |
...whilst my menial mind is full of her sock... |
...and my equally menial mouth full of her sneaker-dirt! |
Well might I bow my head before such demure dominance! |
I wish this could last all day... |
...but my customer is a busy lady, with other things to do! |
She turns and walks away without acknowledging me |
And rightly so, for she is better than me... |
...being young, free and female! |
I must remain in the dirt behind her... |
...whilst admiring the demure dirt on her departing sneaker-soles |
Dirt that, by rights, should really be inside my meaningless mouth! |