Secret Socks Service
If you look closely enough, you can just see the customer-mistress's short white socks inside her black leather boots - behind the laces!
A pretty customer-mistress approaches me from across the yard |
Black boots; blue jeans; brown top |
I brace myself for some casually-dressed cruelty! |
The black, high-heeled ankleboots stop in front of my face |
It's only when her right boot is shoved towards my humble head... |
...that I realise I can see her secret, white sock inside the boot! |
Not that her socks are any great secret! |
It's just that, the vast majority of people won't even notice them! |
You'd have to be a humble, bootkissing slave like me to notice her socks... |
...or to even care about them! |
Meanwhile, the wearer of the boots and socks largely ignores me... |
...until just before she turns to walk away... |
...seemingly satisfied with my slavish humility at her booted feet |
Although, it's hard to tell, as she says nothing! |
I wish I could see her face for clues as to her rating of my performance! |
But now all I can see are the backs of her black leather boots |
Even her secret, white socks are no longer visible to me... |
...though they will long linger in my menial memory! |
As will the taste of her boots in my menial mouth! |