Superlatives

I have nothing but superlatives to describe my next customer-mistress:

  • The most beautiful
  • With the best body
  • And the best hairstyle
  • Plus the best attitude
  • Wearing the best outfit
  • And, above all, of course, with the best sneakers and socks

that I have ever seen!

Mind you, I say that about all my customers! 😆

A superlative young woman heads supremely confidently towards me

The closer she gets, the more I realise she is perfection personified!

Even her sneakers and socks betray her superbly condescending attitude towards me 

She brusquely orders me to kiss her foot...

...followed by the other one

And it's not just her socks towering over my humble head - it's her whole superlative being!

How can a superb young woman such as this even bear to be in the lowly presence of a mere, public footslave such as myself...

...let alone have his lowly lips touching her superior footwear?

Such kindness! Such generosity, on her part!

She switches feet again in front of my face

'KISS THE SIDE OF MY SNEAKER, STUPID SLAVE!'

I hastily obey, especially since this bright and intelligent young woman has kindly twisted her ankle around to facilitate me in side-kissing her arrogantly outstretched sneaker!

She must know I am mesmerised by her shapely-socked ankle?

I love the way the white cotton sock-stitches stretch over her anklebone!

I even dare to look up at the vertical lines of stitching in the sock!

I think my pathetic sock-admiration amuses her!

What a pathetic sockieboy-slave I am!

She, quite rightly, turns her back on me and walks away

A perfect goddess leaves a gormless gimp behind her in the dirt!

I'm just a weed, down amongst the other weeds - and dirt!

I am fit only to look this superb, departing customer-mistress in the sock!

So look up at sock I do!

Oh to be one of those socks - to accompany those shapely, feminine ankles wheresoever they go!

To feel the very fibre of my sock-being, stretching and twisting over her bare anklebone!

To spend my entire, lowly sock-existence absorbing this superb young woman's superior ankle-DNA!

Even to be just a single stitch in her socks would be an inestimable honour!

Her socks!... Oh her socks!...

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