New Ankles

I love observing a new pair of shapely ankles approaching me from across the yard - especially a pair of socked ankles! But, sadly for me, the beautiful owner of the socked ankles spots my unseemly lust for her socks whilst I am kiss-respecting her sneakers, and abruptly orders me to stop looking up at her ankles!

A new pair of, hitherto unseen, shapely-socked ankles head confidently towards me from across the yard

I love a new pair of sneakers and socks - they make my day!

The sneakers and socks stop silently in front of me - as if teasing me and daring me to take a good, long look at them!

'Kiss my foot, slave!', instructs the owner of the shapely ankles and socks

'And the other one!'

Apart from bossing me about, the bright young woman maintains a stony silence high above me

It is truly an honour for me to kiss these sneakers and to be so close to such superb female socks!

Meanwhile, the unimpressed owner of the sneakers and socks continues to glower down at me

'Don't look up at my socks, boy! Focus on my sneakers!'

'Yes, madam. Pray forgive me, pretty madam!'

I promptly tear my gaze away from her socks - and from her ankles!

There's certainly no pulling the wool over this young woman's eyes!

Her socks are now well and truly out of bounds to me!

I kiss her outstretched sneaker-toe with renewed vigour!

But she seems perenially unimpressed!

Eventually she turns her pretty back on me...

...and her pretty, socked heels and ankles - not that I dare to look at them!

This young woman sure knows how to treat a footslave!

She knows she is a superior being, and that I am not even worthy to look her in the sock!

The forbidden socks

I contemplate my lowliness...

...whilst yearning to crawl behind her socks!




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