Fantasising

I find myself fantasising about what it would be like to be this smart young woman’s personal footslave – responsible for the daily upkeep of her feet, shoes and socks in the privacy of her own home. Who knows, she might even permit me to follow her everywhere to heel, crawling behind her on my bony old hands and knees, my lowly eyes glued to the backs of her socks?

As it is, however, she doesn’t even speak to me – not even to order me to kiss her feet. To her, I’m just an anonymous and dumb, public footservant. A nothing and a nobody. A mere piece of street furniture that she uses to have her feet kiss-respected – fit only to look at her socks, but not touch them!

The approaching potential  customer looks down on me with disdain

And rightly so, for I'm just a dumb, municipal footslave

Without saying a word, she raises her right foot onto the dirty footblock beneath my face for me to kiss

Oh how she despises me!

I lower my lips to her shoeleather...

...whilst studying her sock

My close-up view of the lines of stitching in her sock

I start to fantasise about being the full-time slave of these shoes and socks...

...as their wearer silently switches feet in front of my face!

Who am I kidding? I could never be worthy enough to be the personal slave of these superb shoes and socks!

Even the decorative buckles on her brown leather loafer shoes are worth more than me!

She knows it, and I know it!

So she continues to silently use me, thereby emphasising her young-womanly superiority over me!

She then, equally silently, turns to leave me...

...feeling rightfully superior to me!

She can be proud of herself and what she has just done...

...for she has humiliated a public humble-head slave in the street

I wistfully follow with my lowly eyes her departing shoes and socks

Oh if only I could physically follow them to heel!

If only I could be the full-time servant of these shoes and socks...

...and crawl to heel behind them everywhere they go! But it's just a fantasy. I'm just a public humble head!

 

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