Fecund Feet

'Look honey - a footslave! Let's go over and humble him at our feet!'

We know this happy couple are, likely as not, sexually active, since the young woman is clearly pregnant. I must, therefore, show them both the utmost respect, since I am just an impotent slave at their fecund feet.

'Look honey - a footslave! Let's go over and humble him at our feet!'

The expectant couple's feet get ever closer to my face

'Haha, how do you like it down there, boy?... You're gonna kiss our feet!'

'Kiss my foot, boy - and look at my sock!'

'Haha, that's right boy - look at your master's sock while you're kissing my shoe. Haha!'

'Haha, what a loser!... Now kiss my other foot and admire my other sock, boy!'

I obediently kiss and study the master-sir's right shoe and sock

I pay particular attention with my awestruck eyes to his sock - since he has ordered me to do so!

It is the sock of a real man; a potent man; a man who has successfully impregnated a woman - his beautiful girlfriend...

...who now stands beside him, but whom I am fit only to look at in the boots and socks!

How she chuckles as she despises me from on high!

They both do - man and woman; my betters!

'Haha, now it's your turn honey! Step up to his face like I've just done and make him kiss your feet... 

...Show him who's boss. Haha!'

Spurred on by her boyfriend, the heavily pregnant young woman steps gleefully up to my feckless, feetkissing face

'That's right boy - show your respect for my pretty girlfriend. Kiss her boot - and then look up to her sock and praise it. Fawn to it. Seek to ingratiate yourself with it! Beg her sock not to have you whipped!'

'Oh pretty mistress's sock, if it pleases you pretty mistress's black sock, truly you are my master, oh sock, along with your sister sock and your mistress's boyfriend's socks, my sock masters and madams...

...Oh black sock I look up to you, for you are a thing of greatness, being the sock on such a beautiful and fecund young woman's foot... 

...begging your pardon and forgiveness for my footslavish forwardness, oh mighty sock?...

...Oh pray, sock! Oh mercy, sock!... Please don't have me beaten, sock!'

Having praised, fawned and begged to the customer-mistress's sock, as bade by her boyfriend, I resume my humble respect-kissing of her boot 

I know my place - and it's fawning and grovelling before a fecund young woman's boots and socks!

I am a lesser being than her socks...

...and, indeed, than her boyfriend's socks!

As I continue kiss-respecting her boots, I overhear the master-sir asking his pregnant girlfriend if she is satisfied with my fawning towards her socks?

Thankfully for me, she says she is - and the couple then resume watching my humility at the young woman's merciful, booted and socked feet...

...before turning to walk off towards the platform, hand in hand

As their boots, shoes and socks leave me to rot...

...I again look up to the fecund young woman's black bootsocks...

...and contemplate my lowliness and loneliness at the socks of my many customers!

Be they male socks...

...or female socks...

...they are all the socks of my betters, and must be respected and admired as such. Especially socks that are on fecund feet!


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