No Sweat

There is (virtually) no sweat emanating from this pretty customer-mistress’s pedicured toes as I must kiss-respect them in the street on a warm summer’s day.

A smart young woman approaches me down the street

She stops to vape in front of me

The sweet and fruity aroma of her exhaled vape fumes envelops me

Meanwhile, I get to study her bare feet and sandals...

...including her pedicured toes

She kindly presents her right, sandalled foot to my menial, municipal mouth for respect-kissing

My well-trained, footslave nose can detect (virtually) no sweat emanating from her toes...

...though I suppose the fruity fumes from her vape might be masking any natural, womanly footsweat

I do, however, detect the humbling aroma of musty, well-worn sandal leather

Her bare toes don't taste salty as they would do if they were sweaty!

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! To have to kiss a vaper's musty-sandalled feet in the street!

Oh deary me! What a lowly being I am become!

Meanwhile, the superior young woman continues to casually vape high above me...

...occasionally glancing down to inspect my lowly lipwork on her toes, but saying nothing

How she must despise me. I am self-evidently not worthy of her conversation!

All my menial mouth is good for, is kissing her toes...

...in a contrite and respectful manner which is befitting of a public footslave!

She turns to leave me, continuing her taciturn silence

What must she think of me - the fool at her feet!

I bow my head in shame - again, as is befitting in a humiliated footslave

The musty, leather-soled sandals I have just inhaled

The toes I have just kissed

The legs I have been under

The customer's clean pair of heels

I audaciously look over at the pretty customer's departing, pedicured feet

Oh to be a bacterium on her summer sandals...

...or a sweat molecule beneath her big toenail!

 

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