Casual Amusement

A young woman in a red tracksuit and white sneakers approaches my humble head with a bemused grin on her pretty face. She stops to first of all mock me, and then use me for her own casual amusement  – as is her perfect right.

I can hear her chuckling with mirth at me even before her feet reach me

'Haha, how are you liking it, slave? How do you like being down amongst the dirt of people's dirty shoes and boots?'

'Kiss my sneakers, slave. They're dirty!'

I obey the pretty mistress

As I taste her everyday sneaker dirt, I am overwhelmed by the sight of her fabulous white sock...

...and the way it so neatly follows the contours of her shapely ankle bone

When she switches feet for the first time in front of my face, all I can smell is leathery, rubbery sneaker toe!

She's right to mock me with mirth, of course...

I'm just a dirty shoelicking, sock-admiring slave!

A nothing and a nobody

Worth less than her pretty sock!

Of course, I dare not look up at the pretty customer-mistress's face

Only down at her socks and sneakers...

...the socks and sneakers of a local, tracksuited goddess!

She turns to leave me...

...still chuckling and laughing as she exults in her power and authority over me!

I'm not laughing

I remain respectful of her departing feet and footwear

I'm just a weed, down amongst the other weeds

my humbling view of her departing shoes and socks

Oh to be able to follow that sock to heel!

To nuzzle and trace the white stitches with my nose

But all I can do is look...

...look up to her socks!


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