Bin-Area Slave
On a bright and sunny day, a bright and sunny young woman of the Gynarchy stops to have her socks and sandals kiss-respected by the bin-area slave of her apartment block, before heading up the stairs to her front door.
The familiar feet of one of the apartment block residents approach me |
The sandals and socks stop in front of me - as per usual |
The pretty wearer of the socks and sandals looks down upon me with wholly justifiable contempt... |
...before raising her right foot onto the ledge in front of my confined face. I kiss her pink-socked toes... |
...swiftly followed by her left socked-toes! |
I can really feel her toes beneath the socks... |
...and I also admire the thick creases in her socks! |
These are, after all, the socks and sandals of my better! |
All too soon for my liking, the resident-mistress turns to leave me - her nostrils no doubt offended by the pungent smell from the nearby bins... |
..and by my sweaty, unwashed smell! |
I continue to humbly stare at the ground - and the feet of passers-by - as the pretty resident-mistress climbs the stairs to her apartment |