Commuter Stop

A commuter on her way into work, stops to have her feet kiss-respected by her local, suburban public humble-head.

She walks past the same humble-head slave on her way into work every day

She stops to gloat over him in his impotence at her commuter feet

Then she presents one of those feet to him for respect-kissing

This always gets her day off to a good start. It makes her feel powerful and superior!

She deftly switches feet to give the suburban, public footslave a taste of both her shoes!

He also, inevitably, gets a good view of her SOCKS...

...SOCKS, which, unlike her SHOES, she changes every day!

Today he gets to admire her BROWN SOCKS...

...and the way they hug her SHAPELY ANKLES!

He also avails himself of the humbling opportunity to study the patterns in the STITCHING of his customer's SOCK!

He looks up to the SOCK - in every sense of the term!

The fool realises these SOCKS are GREATER than him...

...he being a mere PUBLIC FOOTSERVANT!

in fact, he's so lowly on the pecking order, his pretty customer doesn't even deign to speak to him!

Once she has finished using him to feel good about herself, she merely continues on her way...

...leaving him to rot in the kerb beside her!

Still the impotent fool is fixated on the customer's SOCKS!

If only he could FOLLOW her SOCKS to HEEL throughout the day!

He would be a GOOD AND LOYAL SLAVE to her SOCKS. But her SOCKS don't need him!

 

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