Shameless Sock-Kissing Feetslavey

‘Don’t you feel shame, feetslavey – having to kiss people’s feet all day long and look at their socks?’ Don’t you feel humiliated?’

‘Oh pray, master sir, thank you for your kind question, master sir. This slave does indeed feel shame, sir, but is nevertheless most admiring of his customers’ shoes and socks sir. I’m pathetic like that, sir, if you would be so kind and understanding, sir? Sir, might I humbly ask for your manly permission to kiss your sock, sir?’

‘Haha. Go ahead, feetslavey. Knock yourself out! But DON’T look at me above the sock!’

‘No sir. God bless you, master sir. Thank you most kindly, sir!’

I duly kiss the man’s sock on his ankle.

‘Don’t you feel shame, feetslavey – having to kiss people’s feet all day long and look at their socks?’

'Oh pray, master sir...This slave does indeed feel shame, sir...Sir, might I humbly ask for your manly permission to kiss your sock, sir?’

‘Haha. Go ahead, feetslavey. Knock yourself out!...

...But DON’T look at me above the sock!’

I humbly kiss the kind master-sir on the SOCK!

My lowly lips are enveloped in his manly SOCK CREASES!

How he LAUGHS at me!

And rightly so - for I am just his humble SOCK-KISSER!

I admire his other SOCK on his other ANKLE as I kiss his RIGHT SOCK

The CREASES and FOLDS in his LEFT SOCK are truly mesmerising...

...for a pathetic FEET and SOCK slavey like me, that is!

I'm TRASH!


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