Wellbeing Of Her Sneakers

A slightly inebriated, chain-smoking, local sink-estate goddess stops to use me in the small hours of the morning – as is her perfect right. For she is my better and the wellbeing of her sneakers is more important than my sleep. I’m just a slave.

I am approached late at night by a local sink-estate goddess

She is a smoker...

...and reeks of alcohol

But it is the aroma of her sneakers that will doubtless soon be regaling my footslave nostrils...

...dirty sneakers that are getting ever closer to my confined face!

Sure enough, the lady stops in front of me in order to look down on me and lord it over me - as is her perfect right

She orders me to lickshine her shoes, which I set about doing with alacrity. A goddess mustn't be kept waiting!

Her pretty mouth continues to taste nicotine whilst my menial, municipal mouth tastes where she has been walking

She also, inevitably, checks the contents of her phone, high above me

What a privilege, what a late-night honour for the likes of me to taste such a beautiful young woman's sneaker dirt!

I feel emboldened by her state of mild inebriation which seems to have put her in a good mood...

...and respectfully beg to see her sock, if she would be so kind madam please don't beat me madam?

She laughs at me, but indulges me, lifting up her left trouser leg...

...to reveal an ever-s-short, plain black sneaker sock peeking out over the rim of her sneaker. I kiss her foot in gratitude!

For it is an honour beyond comprehension for a sink-estate slave like lowly me to be permitted to observe a girl's socktop...

...especially whilst she is wearing the sock on her foot inside her sneaker!

This is, after all, the hidden sock of a goddess...

...and will more than likely have been on her foot all day...

...absorbing her precious, goddess footsweat!

Such a kind and generous young woman to show me her sock!

I feel truly humbled...

...and blessed!

I now know she is wearing short, black sneaker socks inside her sneakers...

...something no-one else but she knows. Not that anyone else would be interested!

Only a pathetic, sockieboy slave like me has an interest in her socks!

That's because I am not worthy to look at, or even think about, this superior young woman above the socks!

How she tipsily laughs at me and mocks me, calling me a 'pathetic little sockieboy'!

She then happily moves off, no doubt messaging all her friends about her late-night encounter with the pathetic sockieboy-lsave!

I hang my humble head in shame...

...behind her departing socks

The socks of a goddess

I aspire to one day be such a sock!


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