Ultimate Customer-Goddess

Today I have the honour of showing my slavish respects towards the ultimate customer-goddess - beautiful, yet cold, harsh and haughty with it. Plus her sneakers are filthy!

A local goddess-customer approaches me

'You're gonna kiss my sneakers, bwoy!'

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam!'

She is right to call me a 'bwoy', even though I must be at least twice her age!

That's because she is my better and is therefore entitled to look down on my impotence before her...

...whilst I look up reverentially at her sock!

The sock of a local goddess!

She switches 'socks' in front of my face

At first, she watches me like a lovely hawk

But she soon diverts her female attention towards her phone

I'm just an appendage to her - a piece of street furniture that kisses her feet on command!

Soon - all too soon - she bores of me and continues on her noble way

I keep my humble head suitably bowed in the presence of her goddess sneakers and socks...

...sneakers I have just kissed and socks I have just studied

I know that her sneakers and socks are more important than me and worth more than me

I'm just a municipal footslave

Whereas these are the sneakers and socks of a superb young woman of the Gynarchy!

I dare to glance over towards her departing socked ankles

Oh to be able to follow them to humble heel and serve them all my days!

But she's too good for me

I am fit only to study the dirt left behind by the soles of her sneakers...

...and to memorise her socks!


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