Eyeballing Her Socks

A bright young woman of the Gynarchy orders me to ‘eyeball her sock’ whilst I am kiss-respecting her sneakers out on the street.

A superb young woman has me kiss-respect her sneakers out on the street - as is her perfect female right

She deftly switches feet in front of my face

'EYEBALL MY SOCK, SLAVE!' she barks down abruptly at me

This means I am commanded to look her only in the sock whilst my menial mouth pays oral homage to her sneaker dirt

Eyeballing a customer's sock is a great privilege for a lowly public footservant such as myself...

...especially when they deign to switch feet in front of me, thereby graciously affording me the opportunity of eyeballing BOTH their socks!

You see, a  customer's socks are my gods

Their socks are superior entities to me

Note the contempt writ large on the young woman's face as I obediently and submissively eyeball her socks

But it's more than my life's worth not to eyeball her socks!

Her socks, right now, are my life

Every individual stitch must be studied and fearfully admired by my lowly eyeballs


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