Wholly Justifiable Contempt

A modestly-attired young woman looks down upon me with wholly justifiable contempt – the piece of trash at her feet. She then makes sure I pay suitable homage to her superior feet, by kiss-respecting her shoes.

A smart, modestly-attired young woman approaches me with contempt writ large across her pretty face

She stops to view me as the dirt at her feet

She then unceremoniously imposes her right shoe-toe on my menial mouth...

...whilst continuing to view me from above with wholly justifiable contempt!

Meanwhile, my lowly lips pay suitable slavish homage to her leathery-white, modest shoe toe

The bright customer-mistress isn't wearing any socks, so I'm guessing her feet must be quite sweaty inside her shoes?

Whatever, at least I am getting a privileged view of her cleavage - her toe cleavage, that is...

...beneath her modestly-lengthed dress

How she despises me...

...this haughty and superior young woman, but who is modest with it!

Several times she switches her modestly-attired feet in front of my face...

...before glumly and supercilliously proceeding on her female way

Meanwhile, a man who has been watching my public humiliation steps over towards me in order to mock me

My humbling view of the master-sir's sneakers and socks

He too views me with righteous contempt, as he asks me how I had liked it - having to kiss a 'bird's' shoes!

I humbly, and hostly, reply to the master-sir that I had indeed liked it, as I'm queer like that!

The man chuckles and orders me, in that case, to kiss his feet!

I now find my menial mouth paying labial homage to a skinny man's sneakers...

...beneath his skinny, socked ankles!

His bandy legs tower masterfully over my humble, sneaker-kissing head...

...as he looks down upon me with the utter contempt I fully deserve

I'm just another man's feetkisser!

Mercifully, the man, eventually, moves off...

...leaving me humbly contemplating his departing shoes and socks...

...shoes I have just kissed and socks I must look up to!

The man shows me a dirty, contemptuous pair of sneaker heels...

...the sneaker heels of a much better man than me!

A free man who is to be respected and admired by the likes of lowly me, since he is not compelled to kiss others' feet!

I bow my humble head in shame as I contemplate my patheticalness and lowliness...

...as the man's derogatory chuckles continue to echo down the street

The superior being leaves the inferior being to rot in the dirt behind him - and rightly so. God bless the magnificent master-sir.

 

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