Meeting Strangers' Feet

One of the great joys of being a public footservant – perhaps the only joy – is that I get to meet lots of strangers. When I say ‘meet’, I mean ‘greet’. And when I say ‘greet’, I mean their feet and footwear. Every foot is different - every shoe; every sock; every ankle.

It is, of course, extremely rare for a superior customer mistress or master to actually talk to me. I’m garbage!

A stranger approaches me - a young woman, wearing white sneakers and socks

As is my customers' wont, she stops in front of me for a moment, quietly observing me in my helplessness before her

Then she silently imposes her right, sneakered foot onto my menial, municipal mouth

I humbly and respectfully kiss it, as I am required to do by Law

I'm pleased to observe a goodly amount of her sock, thanks to the natural raising of her trouser-leg hem

When she switches feet, her left sock is even more creased at the top

Needless to say, I do NOT focus on her bare ankleskin above the sock. I mustn't get ideas above my station!

My humbling view of the sneakered foot I am kissing - head on!

I can tell stranger despises me - even though she says nothing

A man casually walks past us. A real man. A proper man!

Meanwhile, my customer casually switches her sneakered feet again in front of my feetkissing face

What a lowly privilege! What a lowly honour...

...to be so close to a superior stranger's sock!

I humbly and respectfully examine the pattern in the stitching of her white sock...

...whilst tasting where she has been!

She has all the POWER. I'm just an anonymous, municipal footslave!

She eventually turns to walk away with a smug, self-satisfied grin on her stranger's face

She'a a winner, and I'm a loser. And she knows it!

She has every reason to feel proud of herself!

I, meanwhile, maintain a respectfully bowed head behind her departing feet...

...feet I have just been kissing and socks I have just been admiring!

The feet and socks of yet another stranger...

...whom I have only briefly encountered...

...but whose shoes and socks shall linger long in my consciousness

Especially her fabulous SOCKS!

Such a shapely-socked ankle!

I am such a fortunate slave!

 

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