Male Or Female?

To be perfectly honest, I can't be sure whether the good-looking customer fast approaching me is male or female, or indeed non-binary. All I do know for certain is that they are my better, and their shoes must be kiss-respected regardless of their gender and/or sexual identification.

The gender-neutral customer approaches me with confidence...

...the confidence of a superior being approaching an inferior slave!

They stand confidently in front of me - displaying their sneakers

Then the right sneaker is silently shoved towards my face for respect-kissing...

...swiftly followed by the left!

I admire the customer's thick, brown socks!

On behalf of the weeds around me, I pay our slavish respects to the esteemed customer

Still no clues as to their gender identity...

...only that they are my infinite better!

Master, mistress, or mastress - they MUST be shown slavish respect and obeyed!

BOTH their feet!

The good-looking customer turns and walks away...

...still without speaking to me

But, whoever they are, and whatever their gender identity, I am blessed to now have their sneaker-DNA on my unworthy, lowly lips...

...the sneaker-DNA of a superior being!

Of a god (or goddess!)

I watch admiringly the back of the customer's departing sock...

...a sock of supreme superiority!

 

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