Joint Custody

When a happy couple jointly approach me in the station corridor, they effectively each have joint custody over me - at least during those precious moments I am kiss-respecting their feet. And the Law states I must show equal respect for both their shoes!

It is the young woman who points me out and laughs at me

But the young man appears to be making strides towards me every bit as confidently as his pretty girlfriend!

Indeed, her shoes take a coquettish step back as the master-sir is the one who stands directly in front of me

'Kiss my feet, boy!'

I am honoured to be spoken to in this way - by a superior master-sir in front of his pretty girlfriend!

Equally honouring is the close-up view of his dark grey sock - the sock of a real man!

I have nothing but the utmost admiration for this handsome master-sir and his socks...

...and I demonstrate my inferiority towards him by repeatedly kissing his outstretched shoe-toe in front of his girlfriend

I overhear the master-sir telling his girlfriend that he feels infinitely superior to me. She smiles lovingly back at him...

...before shouting down at me, commanding me to show 'proper respect' for her superior boyfriend!

She then takes her turn in front of my face - again ordering me to kiss her superior feet with proper respect

There can be no question of me not respecting this mistress-madam and her feet - especially given her superb, white, fancy-stitched socks!

It's only now - that her foot is extended in front of my face - that I get to see her sock...

...and its delightfully intricate and feminine stitching!

These are the socks of a goddess - and she knows it!

Meanwhile, her manly boyfriend watches on, making sure I obey his pretty girlfriend and show her feet and footwear the same slavish respect I had shown to his footwear!

Truly this handsome couple are my betters, and I am honoured to even breathe in the same air as their shoes and socks!

My betters triumphantly turn to leave me

See how utterly in love with her boyfriend this bright young woman is!

And rightly so - for, as he has just demonstrated, he is a magnificent man; a mighty man!

Whereas I am fit only to look his pretty girlfriend in the sock!

Even her socks are better than me, being more intricate and higher beings than me...

...the fancy, white socks of a beautiful and intelligent young woman!

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