I am steadfastly ignored by the pretty customer mistress as I dutifully lickshine her shoes. And rightly so, for I’m just the trash at her feet, fit only to taste where she has been! The customer is much more interested in the contents of her phone than she is in me Meanwhile, however, I am obsessed with her shoes and socks Such pretty, feminine laces and bows! The shoes and socks of a goddess! How I envy her lacy socktops, hugging her upper ankles! But she and I both know I am not worthy to touch her bare leg! I am fit only to taste where she has been walking from the bottoms of her shoes If she cared to glance down, this is what she would see - a pathetic sockieboy slave... ...lower, and worth less, than her socks!