Come Rain, Hail or Shine (ii)

A young woman, who has clearly just witnessed my humiliation at my previous customer’s male feet, mocks me with merciless female mirth:

‘Haha, how you like it, slave? How you like kiss that man feet in rain? You not feel shame? You a moron?’

By Law, I must dignify the young woman’s mocking question with a suitably contrite and polite response:

‘Oh pray, mistress madam. Yes indeed, mistress madam. I’m just a queer feetkisser, miss, begging your female pardon, miss? Please may I kiss your feet, miss?’

She giggles and obligingly stretches forth her right sneaker-toe, with a great deal of mirth, onto my lowly lips!

‘Haha, how you like it, slave? How you like kiss that man feet in rain? You not feel shame? You a moron?’

Despite her merciless mockery of me, the sweet and kind young woman still obligingly lets me kiss her feet

If anything, her white sock is even more impressive than the master-sir's creamy sock had been!

How she giggles and laughs at my humiliation at her feet!

Like the master-sir before her, the mistress-madam switches feet in front of my face several times

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating for me...

...kissing the feet of a giggling young woman in the rain!

I think she must despise me even more than the master-sir had done!

But, if anything,I respect and admire her all the more for acceding to my pathetic request to be allowed to kiss her feet!

I lower my eyes in shame beneath her SOCK, as I barely feel worthy enough to look at it!

It is, after all, a SOCK of greatness...

...being the SOCK of a mirthful young woman!

For a passing female, she tarries quite a while at my face...

...clearly enjoying having her feet kissed...

...before she gigglingly continues on her way...

...presumably heading off home out of the rain?

Her wet sneakers squelch in the puddles...

...as I dare to look towards her SOCKS again

Her SOCKS!... The customer-mistress's SOCKS!...


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