Class Visits Trash

This inner-city footslave has the honour of being visited by a classy young woman, so that he might kiss-respect her brilliant, brown leather boots!

A classy young woman kindly visits a piece of inner-city trash - a dirty footslave - so that he might kiss-respect her superior boots

The lowly slave thus has the inestimable honour of kissing her boots down amongst the trash!

And not only that - he gets to see the tops of her black socks inside her boots!

The slave is aware of the great honour being bestowed upon him, and ponders his lowliness as he kisses the superb young woman's boots

For her part, she simply looks down on him and despises him

She too knows it is a great honour for the likes of such a lowly, innr-city slave to kiss her upper middle-class boots!

Her boot leather is more expensive than his face!

Even her socks are probably worth more than him on the open market!

As he kisses boot, the slave humbly and respectfully looks up to his customer's sock

He knows, of course, that her socks are unattainable to him

But he can still contemplate them...

...and ruminate on how they are the bootsocks of his better...

...of a superb young woman!

He humbly finds himself wondering whether her socks are creased, like her boots?

If they are, he would happily and humbly straighten her socks for her - with his face!

Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the socks glares down at the pathetic footslave at her feet

Do you think she knows a tiny slither of her bare legskin above the sock is just visible to the slave?

Is she deliberately teasing the impotent slave with her bare flesh?

Who knows what thoughts are going through that pretty, female mind?

Though we can probably say with some degree of certitude that they include disparaging thoughts towards the slave!

He is, after all, quite literally the trash at her classy feet!

Do you think she deliberately chose to wear her ornately-stitched socks just to humble him even further?

After several magnificent minutes, she turns to walk away from the trashed slave

All he can do is humbly follow the backs of her boots and socks with his lowly eyes!

What an imposing view, for a slave!

He knows he is worth less than these boots!

Oh if only he were free to follow them to heel!

The departing customer-mistress has a smug and supercilious grin on her pretty face...

...and justifiably so!

For she has just humbled and humiliated an inner-city slave with her upper-middle-class boots and socks!

All he can now do is look up to her boots...

...from his position of inferiority and lowliness

The simple fact is, he is worth less than her middle-class sock!


 

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