Taste Where I Have Been Walking, Slave!

'Taste where I’ve been walking, slave, and study the creases in my socks while you’re licking my boots. Do NOT look at me above the socks! Think only about how each crease might have developed in my sock, and how it would feel to have to smooth out each sock crease with your nose, if you were good enough to be my personal sockservant; which you’re not, of course!’

‘Yes, mistress Karen madam. Thanking you kindly, customer-mistress mistress Karen madam. I know I can never be good enough to be your personal sockservant, madam. I’m garbage, miss!’ 

'Taste where I’ve been walking, slave, and study the creases in my socks...

...Do NOT look at me above the socks! Think only about how each crease might have developed in my sock...

 ...and how it would feel to have to smooth out each sock crease with your nose...

... if you were good enough to be my personal sockservant...

...which you’re not, of course!’

‘Yes, mistress Karen madam. Thanking you kindly, customer-mistress mistress Karen madam.'

Obediently tasting the street dirt and grime regular customer-mistress Ms Karen madam has been walking in

It tastes VILE!

Meanwhile, Ms Karen madam ponders my lowliness as I ponder her sock...

...and obediently study the creases in her sock

How did they get there?

And what would it be like to smooth out those sock creases with my nugatory nose?


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