Demure Everyday

A demure everyday type of customer-mistress confidently approaches my face and uses me to feel good about herself by having me kiss-respect her feet. It is a privilege and an honour for the likes of lowly me to kiss the feet and footwear of such an everyday demure goddess.

Demurely everyday

She stops in front of my permanently confined face

My humbling view of her everyday sneakers and socks as she surveys me

Her SOCKS are particularly easy on the footslave-eye!

She then unceremoniously shoves her right sneakered foot onto my menial mouth...

...as is her perfect right!

I am forbidden, by Law, to look at her bare leg above the SOCK!

So I dutifully focus on kissing her outstretched shoe-toe

And the other one!

Again, what a fabulous, shapely SOCK!

Truly, these are the everyday shoes and socks of a demure goddess, and I am privileged to even be in their presence!

Even the behinds of her SNEAKERS and SOCKS are divine!

Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the sneakers and socks is enjoying lording it over me

She repeatedly switches her feet in front of my face

Before, to my amazement and surprise, she suddenly crouches down to mock me to my face!

She sarcastically asks me how I had liked it - having to kiss her feet?

And she then, gloatingly, orders me to describe her SOCKS, including the patterns in the STITCHING!

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating - to have to verbally extol the virtues of a customer's SOCKS!

But what else can I do? I'm just a WEED amongst WEEDS!

I'm a SOCK-WEED!

A SOCK-NUMPTY - subordinate to a girl's SOCKS!

She presses down on my humble head to force me to look at her SOCKS...

...before standing up again and gleefully, triumphantly, walking away from me!

Perhaps not such a SHY and DEMURE young woman, after all?

Rather, an accomplished goddess and humiliator of slaves!

I humbly and reverentially study the backs of her departing SOCKS!

Such SHAPELINESS! Such female PERFECTION!

Her triumphant laughter echoes around the alcove

Whilst all I can do is look, admire and mentally follow...

...her SOCKS!


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