A Bit Chilly

'Brrr...it's a bit chilly this evening, slave! Aren't you freezing down there?'

'Yes indeed, mistress, begging your pardon mistress, and apologies for my moaning, mistress. I'm just a slave, miss!'

'Haha...well, I'll tell you what, slave, why don't you kiss my feet? Maybe that will warm you up a bit?' 

'Oh yes, mistress! Thanking you kindly mistress! The feel of your warm sneaker-toes on my lowly lips, and even the sight of your fabulous socks, will most assuredly take my menial mind off the cold, madam! God bless you, miss!'

She looks down on me as she emerges from the restroom

'Brrr...it's a bit chilly this evening, slave! Aren't you freezing down there?'

'Yes indeed, mistress, begging your pardon mistress...

 ...and apologies for my moaning, mistress. I'm just a slave, miss!'

'Why don't you kiss my feet? Maybe that will warm you up a bit?'

I obediently, and gratefully, kiss the customer-mistress's outstretched sneaker-toe...

...if only because it helps to warm my freezing cold lips!

She watches, condescendingly, as I fervently kiss-respect her feet!

What a pathetic and lowly creature I am - a kisser of other people's feet!

She must feel so infinitely superior to me...

...which she is!

I also take some warmth from the sight of her lovely white socks...

...especially as they are creased, and decorated with red flower motifs!

I study the socks as they eventually turn their backs on me

Oh to follow those socks to heel, and smooth out their creases with my nose!

The socks of a kind and thoughtful goddess...

...who has warmed the cockles of my heart through her kindness in letting me kiss her feet!

Her sneakers could really do with a good lick and a shine! Shame she can't stay any longer!


                                             I expect she just wants to get out of the cold?

And who can blame her?

After all, she's not the slave who is to be left shivering outside the ladies' lavatories!

That's my humble role!



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