Autumnal Chill

There is a distinct autumnal chill in the air as the silent and surly customer-mistress who is, after all, not my friend, imposes her autumnal footwear on my menial mouth. And rightly so - for that's what I'm here for. I'm just a toepath slave! 

A potential customer-mistress walks towards me through the autumnal chill

I hope her bare legs aren't cold!

Her feet, at any rate, look nice and cosy inside her shoes and socks

The shoes and socks say nothing, though their body language betrays their sense of superiority

Sure enough, the right shoe is unceremoniously shoved onto my menial mouth!

The right sock, simultaneously, towers over my humble head!

Oh how I would dearly love to unbuckle that shoe and sniff the innermost sock!

But it is, sadly, not my role to sniff sock. My role is to kiss shoe!

So I obediently do just that - including her other shoe when she switches her autumnal feet

She seems unimpressed by my humility at her feet!

Just another public footslave, doing his humble duty!

She moves off as silently as she had come...

...leaving me to rot in the autumnal dirt behind her

She knows she's too superior to speak to the likes of lowly me!

I'm not even worthy to look her in the leg!

I must exist at the lowly level of her feet...

...and specifically of her shoes and socks!

I humbly and discreetly watch the backs of her shoes and socks as they walk away from me

Oh to be the full-time, personal servant of those fabulous, female shoes and socks!

But, again, I am not worthy!



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