Non Intimacy
Sadly, as a station-corridor footslave, I never get to enjoy any intimacy with my esteemed customers. The most intimacy I ever experience is my very personal and close-up view of their socks as I taste where they have been from the surfaces of their shoes.
Another esteemed, potential customer approaches me in the train station corridor |
I wish I could get to know her better... |
...rather than just her shoes and socks! |
And even then, when it comes to her socks, I can only look and not touch! |
The pretty wearer of the shoes and socks doesn't even speak to me |
She has no need to. It is obvious what I must do. I kiss feet for a living! |
At least I get an intimate and close-up view of her sock... |
...as I taste her dirty shoeleather |
A slave's humbling view of his pretty customer's sock |
There is so much I would like to know about this uber pretty mistress-madam! |
But, like all my customers, she's not interested in getting to know me |
I'm just a thing that kisses feet... |
...and studies his customers' socks in the station corridor! |
The back of yet another disappearing sock - one of hundreds I shall see today! |