Well-Trained On A Train
My role, when my mistress is relaxing with her feet up on a train, is to silently kneel on the floor of the carriage so as not to disturb her and to humbly study the lines of stitching in her socks.
I am a well-trained footslave on a train... |
...kneeling silently and unobtrusively by my pretty mistress's sneakered and socked feet... |
...and studying the lines of stitching in her brown socks |
There is much to study and admire in her socks... |
...given they are the brown socks of a superb young woman! |
I make sure to contemplate only her socks... |
...and not to even think of my mistress above the socks |
For I am not worthy to raise my head, or my thoughts, above her socks! |
Her socks are my life... |
...my lowly life! |
Meanwhile, the superior wearer of the socks is concentrating on her phone... |
...whilst I dutifully study the stitches in her socks!
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She is seemingly oblivious to my diligent and respectful sock-studying - which is how it should be! |
I'm just her personal foot, shoe and sock slave - a nothing and a nobody |
To be clear, it is the WHIP that has trained me so well! |
All credit to the WHIP! |
And praise be to my mistress's socks... |
...the socks of a goddess! |