DON'T Touch The Socks!
‘Make sure you get all the dirt off the soles of my shoes, slave. And DON’T touch the socks!’
‘Yes, madam. I obey you, mistress-madam.’
The customer-mistress sits upright and haughtily above me... |
...before leaning down to issue me with more detailed instructions about NOT touching her socks! |
The sock I am forbidden to touch |
It's a shame, because the customer's sock is crying out for a nosing |
i.e. for the prominent crease at the top of the sock to be smoothed out by my slave nose! |
I spend my life studying my customers' sock creases! |
It comes from being so close to their socks... |
...as I lickshine their shoes! |
But it is rare that I am permitted to touch sock |
The sock is such an intimate foot garment, containing the wearer's personal footsweat and foot DNA |
Socks are to be studied and admired by the likes of me... |
...but NOT touched! |
Her sock! Oh her SOCK! |
The customer's SOCK! |
I am lower than her SOCKS! |
All I can do is look up to them... |
...as I taste where their wearer has been! |