Toepath Weed

Regular 'toepath' walker – Ms Jean madam – is today, unusually for her, wearing jeans. She normally wears a dress. Same old sneakers and socks, however! And she still haughtily demands that I kiss-respect her feet, laughing down at me as I do so.

Late into the evening, a familiar figure approaches me along the so-called 'toepath'

It is the figure of Ms Jean madam...

...though, unusually for her, she has ditched her usual dress for a pair of jeans

Same old sneakers and socks, however - still stopping arrogantly in front of my toepath face

'Kiss my feet, slave', she barks down at me amidst her equally familiar mocking laughter

I place my lowly lips onto the outstretched toe of her dirty, right sneaker

The smell and taste are familiar to me, since Ms Jean madam lives locally and is a regular visitor to my confined face

She deftly switches feet in front of my face: 'And the other one, slave!'

Ms Jean madam might be a regular visitor, but she has never bothered to find out my slave name

To her, I'm just a 'slave'

And she is perfectly right to view me as nothing but the dirt at her feet!

She knows it is a great honour for me to kiss her sneakers and thus taste where she has been!

She mockingly asks me how I am liking it, and I slavishly confirm that I am indeed liking it, but not that much madam, if she would be so kind and understanding madam please don't beat me miss?

Still laughing at me, and my slavishly obsequious response to her mocking question, she turns and walks away...

...leaving me to rot in the dirt behind her...

...and proud of her humiliation of me. She clearly derives a great deal of pleasure from it!

And again, rightly so - for I am here to be humiliated and oppressed by my betters...

...betters like her!

A middle-aged, magnificent mistress madam!

With dirty sneakers and short black socks

My humbling view of one of her dirty, departing sneaker soles

I'm just a weed, down amongst the other toepath weeds


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