Inquisitive Goddess

Sometimes serving a customer can feel like an interrogation. So many questions!

‘You’re like, one of them slaves, or something, innit though?’

‘Yes, pretty mistress. If it pleases you, pretty mistress madam? It would be my great honour to kiss your feet, miss?’

‘You can kiss ‘em, slave, but DON’T look at me above my sock, an’ that!’

‘Yes, miss. I obey you, miss.’

‘Do you like my sneakers and socks, though, slave?’

‘Oh yes, miss. Indubitably, mistress madam. Especially your socks, miss!’

‘What’s so special about my socks, slave?’

‘Oh pray pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, your socks are special because they are your socks, on your feet, mistress madam, and you are a goddess, miss, if you will pardon me miss?’

‘Shut up now an’ keep on kissin’ my feet, yeah? Stupid slave!’

‘Yes, miss.’ 

An inquisitive and intelligent young woman approaches my confined face

‘You’re like, one of them slaves, or something, innit though?’

‘Do you like my sneakers and socks, though, slave?’

'Oh yes, miss. Indubitably, mistress madam. Especially your socks, miss!’

'Your socks are special because they are your socks, on your feet, mistress madam.'

'And you are a goddess, miss...'

...if you will pardon me miss?’

‘Shut up now an’ keep on kissin’ my feet, yeah? Stupid slave!’

‘Yes, miss.’ 

The pretty customer-mistress switches her sneakered (and socked) feet several times beneath my face...

...meaning that I get a really good view of her SOCKS!

The SOCKS of an inquisitive goddess!


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