Pathetically Privileged

A superb young woman stops to mock me in the sink-estate corridor where I am permanently positioned as a kisser of feet – the feet of my betters, such as she!

A superb young woman walks confidently towards me down the sink-estate corridor

She stops to verbally mock me, asking me how I am liking it - being a 'full-time kisser of feet?'

She proceeds to have me kiss her booted feet...

...beneath her white SOCKS!

I feel truly humbled, and yet pathetically privileged, to be kiss-respecting this superb customer's BOOTS!

I mean, these boots and socks are protecting her divine, feminine feet!

For me to taste where she has been walking in them is truly an honour!

And she knows it!

She glories in her mastery over me...

...before turning to leave me to rot!

The victor!

The vanquished at her booted feet!

I contemplate my lowliness and impotence...

...in the face of such powerful, female BOOTS and SOCKS!

 

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