What An Honour And A Privilege!

What a privilege, what an honour for the likes of lowly me – a mere municipal footslave; a nothing and a nobody - to be joined by the feet and footwear of such a fabulous customer-mistress on an otherwise dull and dreary evening! To be mocked by her and required to kiss-respect her dirty sneakers in the face of her plain, grey anklesocks!

I am honoured by the approaching presence of a beautiful customer-mistress

I can already hear her chuckling at my ignominious position as a street footslave

She stops directly in front of me in order to mock me, asking me how I am liking it having to kiss the feet of passers-by?

She then curtly orders me to kiss her foot - stretching her right sneaker in front of my menial, municipal mouth

She watches from on high as I duly kiss-respect her flaky, street-soiled sneaker toe

A goddess watching an underling at work!

I admire her short, grey SOCK...

...and the STITCHING therein

What a privilege to taste where this bright young woman has been!

She kindly switches feet, ordering me to 'kiss the other one'

She continues to triumphantly watch my compliance with her wishes

'Study the sock while you're kissing the sneaker, slave!'

'Yes, mistress. At once, most respected customer-mistress madam.'

The lines of SOCK STITCHING I must study

She has no words of praise or thanks for me as I go about my demeaning business

And when she is satisfied with my subservience, she merely turns her back on me and continues on her way...

...with a triumphant little snigger!

Meanwhile, I bow my head in shame behind her departing sneakers and socks...

...sneakers I have just had to kiss and socks I have just had to study!

Superior entities to me!

I'm not worth even a single STITCH in this superb customer's SOCKS!

I'm garbage!


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