In Constant Use

As a sink-estate corridor footslave, my lowly lips are in constant use – kissing the feet of my sink-estate betters. I also get to admire a lot of SOCKS!

Another pair of sink-estate sneakers are heading my way for respect-kissing!

As is often the case, the sneakers stop to survey me first

It is only when the right sneaker is silently and unceremoniously shoved towards my menial mouth that I catch a glimpse of SOCK

WHITE SOCK!

I can see the individual lines of stitching in the upper part of the otherwise hidden WHITE SOCK!


And if I focus hard, I can even see the INDIVIDUAL WHITE STITCHES, and a tiny tear in the side of the SOCK


What a lowly privilege, what a humbling honour - to be so up close and personal with a bright young woman's SOCK!

SOCK!... Her SOCK!...

And her other SOCK!

My lowly, humble head-on view of the customer's SOCK...

...just a tiny slither of the upper side of the SOCK!

But truly it is a sight for sore eyes!

I, literally, look up to the SOCK!

I yearn to be the SOCK!

Hugging the contours of my pretty mistress's ANKLE!

And absorbing her natural foot juices into the very fibre of my SOCK-BEING!

Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the SOCKS continues to look down on me as I humble myself at her SNEAKERS and SOCKS!

Kissing feet, and admiring SOCKS, is all I am good for!

No wonder she turns and walks away from me with her chuckles echoing down the empty, sink-estate corridor

She has every right to feel PROUD of herself - humiliating a sink-estate footslave such as myself!

Society approves of her actions

And I am just grateful for the close-up view of her SOCKS!

My leager eyes remain GLUED to the back of her SOCKS as they walk away from me!

Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... Oh her SOCKS!...

...Her SOCK!


Popular posts from this blog

Relaxing In The Food Hall

Suburban Gynarchy

No Talking, Just Feet Kissing