Exercising Her Female Power
A late-night customer mistress exercises her female power over me on the sink-estate walkway.
I hear her female footsteps approaching me along the otherwise deserted walkway |
Her shoes and socks stop directly in front of my face |
I am then ordered to kiss her feet. This bright young woman is wantonly exercising her female power over me |
Her black leather shoes are dirt-stained |
But at least I am getting a good view of her black socks |
I can see the individual lines of stitching in her socks... |
...and imagine what it would be like to trace the tip of my nose down the soft cotton grooves in her socks |
This is my job - to kiss feet! |
And study socks! |
The late-night customer mistress tarries a while... |
...before proceeding on her superior female way |
I hang my humble head in shame behind her departing shoes - the shoes I have just kissed! |