Modesty Becomes Her

The superb, modestly-dressed customer mistress exudes female confidence and authority as she imposes her modestly attired feet on my menial, public-footslave mouth!

Modesty becomes her

The closer she gets, the more I admire and respect her feminine modesty

Her modestly attired feet, in black boots and white socks, stand confidently before me

Then her right boot is modestly applied to my menial mouth for respect-kissing

Swiftly followed by her equally modest left boot

I admire her modesty-preserving, pure white sock...

...even though just a tiny hint of dark skin is showing above the sock

Make no mistake - this is a humble, male slave paying his heartfelt respects to a superior, female being

And she knows it!

She looks down on him in every way - literally, morally, spiritually

He is just a lesser being, fit only to kiss her boots and admire her socks

She turns and leaves him behind in silent triumph

She's a winner - though modest with it!

Meanwhile the loser, the slave, rather immodestly looks up at her departing ankles...

..at the boots and socks of a truly modest goddess!

 

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