Every Last Detail

She marches towards me with malice aforethought. I have never met this young woman before, but I will soon be intimately acquainted with the smell and taste of her outer bootleather, as well as the sight of her socktops! I shall get to ponder every last detail!

Marching towards me with malice aforethought

'You're gonna kiss my boots, sockieboy!'

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

As I kiss her extended boot, I am acutely aware of the customer's mighty socks towering high above my humble head!

My thoughts, inevitably, turn to those socks

The socks of a goddess!

When she switches feet in front of my face, her left socktop is less visible than her right had been

But I can observe a tiny slither of sock through one of the eyelets on her boot

I can even just about make out some of the individual stitches in her otherwise hidden area of plain, grey bootsock!

Oh to be one of those sock stitches!

To be a part of her sock!

As I look up again to the top of her sock...

...I admire the bootstraps at the backs of her boots

'Concentrate on your task, sockieboy slave! Focus on kissing my boots!', barks the young woman angrily down at me!

I am brought to my footslave senses, and promptly lower my gaze to her bootleather

Once again, she switches feet in front of my face...

...before marching off as quickly and as confidently as she came...

...her face, no doubt, exuding the justifiable smugness of a young woman who has just dominated a helpless, public footservant!

For my humble part, meanwhile, I continue to ponder the departing young woman's socks

It's such a shame that these socks are walking out of my lowly life - perhaps forever!

I take every last opportunity to study the backs of her socks

The socks...

...and the bootstraps!

Oh to have the freedom of those socks - the freedom to accompany the mistress's boots everywhere she goes!

I can only, literally, look up to the socks. They are higher beings than me!

 

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