Unworthy To Kiss Sock

Regular customer Ms Kadal madam often visits me on her way home from work of an evening. She always wears nice socks inside her shoes but, frustratingly, my lowly lips never get to touch them; only her shoeleather. She deems me unworthy to kiss her socks.

And though it pains me to say it, she’s probably right! Definitely right! She is my customer-mistress, after all!

Ms Kadal stops in front of me on her way home from work, as is her wont

'Good evening, Ms Kadal madam. How may  I serve you this evening, Ms. Kadal mistress-madam?'

'Kiss my foot!'

I l,ower my lips to the outstretched toe of her shoe

Her lovely sock is so frustratingly close to my menial mouth and nugatory nose!

I can see the individual lines of stitching in her sock!

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating - to be so close to a beautiful young woman's sock, yet unable to touch it!

She switches feet in front of my face, thereby affording me a frustratingly up-close and personal view of her other sock!

I manage to discreetly, and momentarily, brush the very tip of my nose against the surface of her sock.

I hope she didn't feel that?

The WHIP will doubtless ensue if she did!

Better to just obediently kiss shoe...

...and dream of Ms Kadal's socks!

She must know how frustrated I am not to be permitted to kiss her socks.

After all, the sign above my humble head says 'Sockieboy Slave'!

Still, the socks walk away from me - unkissed by slave mouth!

I can only look at the backs of the socks, and ponder what might have been!

Oh to be the full-time, permanent, and omnipresent slave of Ms Kadal madam's SOCKS!

I would follow those socks to heel everywhere they go...

...dutifully smoothing out the creases with my nose!


 

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