Lacy-Socked Power

An eccentrically dressed young woman – a young woman of lacy-socked power – approaches my humble head for a lick and a shine of her female shoes. Her lacy, red nylon socks tower masterfully over my humble head as I taste where she has been. 

She approaches me in all her eccentricity and power

She stops to stand confidently in front of me - confident in her lacy-socked power over me!

'Shine my shoes, boy, And DON'T touch my socks!'

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.'

She deftly switches feet in front of my face in order to ensure that I get an equal taste of BOTH her shoes!

Then, as I continue to humbly taste where she has been walking, she switches her attention to her phone

She continues to subliminally switch feet from time to time in front of my menial, municipal mouth...

...glancing down from her phone occasionally to ensure my continued compliance with her orders

'Lick the underneath, slave. Clean off all the gunk, and that!'

'Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress.'

Satisfied with my humility and compliance, she once again turns her female attention to her phone

Meanwhile I am acutely aware of her untouchable lacy, nylon sock towering over my humble head!

Lacy-socked power!

I am worth less than her socks...

...and have less power than them...

...the power to humble and humiliate!

Lick...lick...lick...lick...sock...sock...sock...sock...

She largely ignores me now...

...before silently turning to head off...

..in absolute, feminine lacy-socked triumph!

The face of female contentment and victory!

The face of male-slave humiliation and defeat!

God bless you, socks. Mercy, socks!

You are my masters, socks!


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