Station Platform Footslave
A superb young woman approaches me in order to have her feet kiss-respected whilst she awaits the arrival of her train
I spot her heading towards my confined, humble head |
I respectfully bow my humble head towards the ground... |
...as it's rude to stare! |
The female feet stop in front of me |
Then the left foot is moved towards my menial mouth |
I kiss it |
Swiftly followed by the right foot |
I am aware of the young woman looking down on me... |
...as well she might, for I'm garbage! |
Once she is satisfied with my slavish respect... |
...she heads for the adjacent row of seats... |
...there to await her train |
Again, I must not stare at her lovely shoes and socks! |
Though she seems totally uninterested in me now! |
Just think - I have recently kissed those bright yellow pumps... |
...though not as a lover; as a slave! |
That's all I am to her... |
...a down-in-the-dirt, anonymous public humble-head! |
Fit only to kiss her feet... |
...and admire her socks! |