Kindnesses From Strangers

On Valentine’s Night a kindly young Asian woman gives me an undeserved treat – a close-up and personal view of her dark valentine socks as I kiss respect her dirty white sneakers. I really don’t deserve such kindnesses from strangers! 

A young Asian woman approaches me la\te at night wearing sneakers and long socks

She stops directly in front of me, as if to give me a good, long look at her Valentine-themed SOCKS!

Then she unceremoniously shoves her right sneakered foot towards my menial, municipal mouth for respect-kissing

'You look at sock while kiss foot, slave!'

It's not often I am given explicit permission by a customer to look at their SOCK!

But this bright young woman seems determined to humble me...

...with her SOCKS as well as her SHOES!

How the pretty SOCK towers over my humble head on her shapely, outstretched leg...

...whilst her other, matching SOCK waits patiently in the wings!

My deeply humbling view of the FRONT of the SOCK!

Dirt...Shoes... SOCKS!... Such is my lowly life on Valentine's Night!

She eventually switches her sneakered feet in front of my face

Oh how she must despise me - her public SNEAKER-KISSER and SOCK-ADMIRER!

Sure enough, she laughs out loud at me as she switches her feet once again!

'Haha, you a MORON! You kiss girl shoe and look at girl sock on Valentine Night! I laugh at you, slave!'

She's right, of course. I am a moron - a MORON for SOCKS!

She gloatingly turns to leave me to rot in the dirt behind her...

...biting her lip with PLEASURE at her degradation and humiliation of me!

Meanwhile, I remain at the level of her FEET!

Of course I do. I am immured, as well as in love (with her SOCKS!)

Oh if only I could follow those Valentine SOCKS to humble heel!

I would willingly SERVE them all my days!

Be a TOTAL SLAVE to her SOCKS!

OBEY the SOCKS!

SUBMIT to her SOCKS!

Think of nothing but her SOCKS!

The SOCKS of an ASIAN GODDESS!

But I must bow my head in SHAME as I realise I can never be good enough for her SOCKS!

I must remain where I belong - in my DIRTY ALCOVE...

...humbly and helplessly awaiting the SOCKS of the next tormentor or tormentress who passes by!


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