Mocking The Groundhead Slave

A young Chinese woman mocks me royally before using me to kiss-respect her feet – as is her perfect right!

‘Haha – you a moron! You not able look above people shoe, sock! You not even able think about people above sock! Haha, I laugh at you. First I step on you. Then I make you kiss feet. You obey! You just a slave!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress madam.’ 

‘Haha – you a moron! You not able look above people shoe, sock! ...

...You not even able think about people above sock!...

...Haha, I laugh at you. First I step on you. Then I make you kiss feet. You obey! You just a slave!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress madam.’ 

My humbling view of my mocking mistress's feet

I then feel the weight of her sneaker and sock on top of my humble, confined head!

I am acutely aware that the Chinese girl's SOCKS are CREASED!

'Haha, how you like it, slave? How you like Chinese girl dirty shoe on top of head?'

'Haha, now you kiss shoe. You admire shoe. You worship shoe. You a Chinese-girl shoe slave! Haha!'

She switches her Chinese sneakers in front of my face

I now have a head-on and humbling view of her heavily creased SOCK!

Truly, I am just another piece of street trash for her to walk all over!

I must kiss her feet as a demonstration of my slavish respect for her female superiority!

As she says, I dare not look at her above the SOCK (the restraining device around my head prevents me from doing so in any case!)

but why would a slave like me even ant to look at a superb young woman such as this above her SOCKS?

I am not fit to do so!

She gleefully turns her back on me and walks away...

...still chuckling to herself at her expert humiliation and mockery of me!

For my humble part, I continue to look admiringly at her CREASED SOCKS...

...in particular the BACKS of those SOCKS as they show me a clean pair of sneaker heels...

...abandoning me to my pathetic, public feetkissing and sockadmiring fate!

Even her departing SOCK is CREASED UP with laughter at me!

I really am a nothing and a nobody, whereas she is somebody who is going places! Oh if only I could follow her to heel!


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