Going Through The Motions

Some of my most esoteric customers like to visit me after midnight. One wonders why they aren’t safely tucked up in bed!

It's gone way after midnight! Why isn't this young woman tucked up in bed?

She stops in front of me

'Slave, look at my sock and kiss my foot!'

She then presents her sneakered and socked foot to my lowly lips

As I kiss-respect her outstretched sneaker, and study her sock, she turns her female attention to her phone

Sadly, I let my eyes slip as I focus on her sneaker leather

The sneaker tastes vile!

My menial mind starts to wander away from her sock and shoe...

...as I ponder what she must have been doing all day to be up this late?

I'm still going through the motions of kissing her feet...

...but my menial mind isn't on the job!

Unbeknown to me, the esoteric customer glances down at me

'I SAID, LOOK AT MY SOCK, SLAVE!'

Her angry female voice brings me to my footslave senses!

I duly look at her sock...

...and focus on the area of stitching covering her shapely, outer anklebone

The justifiably smug face of a winner

The face of a loser-slave, obediently focussing on his customer-mistress's sock as he kisses her sneaker!

 

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