Ms Purity Madam

Regular customer Ms Purity madam always delights in having me brain-worship her socks whilst I am kiss-respecting her sneakers. She WILL not permit my menial mind to deviate from her socks - and rightly so, for her socks are, like her, pure and clean!

The familiar figure of regular customer-mistress Ms Purity madam approaches my dirty, footslave alcove

This is where purity meets dirt

She very deliberately hitches up the hem of her dress to reveal her white socks to me...

...the socks of purity

Even the individual stitches are pure, because they are her socks!

'Kiss my sneaker, boy!'

'And the other one!'

It is always a great honour to pay lip-homage to Ms Purity's sneakers

'Look only at my sock, slave, while you're kissing my sneaker!'

'Study the sock and mentally worship it!'

'Yes, Ms Purity madam. I obey you, and your sock, madam.'

I obediently brain-worship the sock of Purity


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