Intent On Humiliation

A bright young woman approaches me across the yard clearly intent on my humiliation at her superior feet. And rightly so, for I am just a male slave, whereas she is a female master!

I can tell by her determined stride as she makes her way confidently towards me that this girl is fully intent on humiliating me!

I therefore study her black leather ballet flats and short, grey socks as they get ever nearer to my confined face

The flats and socks stop directly in front of my face and rest a while - thereby giving me the opportunity to study them in even more detail, and to be in awe of them!

'Kiss my foot, slave!', barks the owner of the ballet flats and socks, and with that her right foot is shoved forwards onto my menial mouth...

...swiftly followed by her left foot!

I get a noseful of plain, grey sock whilst I am kissing the black leather ballet flat...

...as well as a humiliating eyeful!

I am in slavish awe of the shoe and sock in front of me. This is, after all, the shoe and sock of a beautiful young woman - my infinite better!

You see, I'm just a weed, down amongst all the other weeds at her feet!

Somewhat foolishly, I momentarily glance down from the sock as I seek out another area of shoe to kiss, provoking an angry reaction in the sock-wearer!

'Keep looking at my sock while you're kissing my foot, dirty slave!'

'Yes, mistress. I apologise, mistress!'. I hastily resume my humble observation of the sock in front of me!

My lowly view of the rows of stitching in the short, grey, feminine sock!

Meanwhile, the angry wearer of the sock towers over me like a female colossus...

...even though she is quite petite and slimly built!

She is nevertheless clearly not a girl to be messed with!

She DEMANDS my slavish respect for her shoes and socks!

Therefore she gets it!

I focus my eyes intently on the grey sock in front of my face whilst my lowly lips are kiss-respecting the sock's accompanying shoeleather

I am less than this girl's socks. Her socks are my masters!

And her socks can therefore have me whipped if I fail to be pleasing to them!

As they turn to leave me, I hang my head in shame at my inability to satisfy the socks with my humble service

Who knows what punishment the pretty wearer of the socks shall decree for me? I imagine it will be the WHIP, the usual punishment for insolence or disobedience - but how many lashes?

Maybe she will decide to have me WHIPPED in line with the total number of stitches in her socks?

That would mean HUNDREDS of lashes!

But I would deserve each and every one of them!

For there is no greater crime that a footslave can commit than to disrespect his master or mistress's socks!

And I have clearly displeased these socks!

Therefore I deserve to be WHIPPED!

The WHIP will soon teach me not to look away from a customer's socks whilst kissing their feet!

 

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