Making Her Day

Today I am used by a local housewife – by another man’s wife – to have her everyday-attire shoes kiss-respected and thus make her feel good and cherished; albeit only by a lowly public footslave!

A local housewife approaches me. She's a regular visitor to my face, but I'm afraid I don't know her name

That's largely because she has never spoken to me - and a slave must never speak to a mistress unless spoken to

As usual, she lets her feet do the talking - by having me kiss-respect them with my menial mouth

I can sense her glowering down at me, full of righteous contempt for me. For she knows she is better than me

I kiss first her right foot

And then her left - admiring her fresh and clean-looking white socks as I do so

I wonder if she chose these socks this morning knowing that she would be visiting me?

I sense she's the sort of woman who would want to present with clean socks in front of a public humble-head

Not that it's ever for me to judge my customers' socks

ALL their socks, whatever their condition, are fantastic and to be admired by the likes of lowly me!

She turns to leave, as silently as she came - expressionless; demure; superior

And perhaps also, a bit sad?

I certainly am feeling sad...

...sad to see her sneakers and socks go!

I hope it won't be long before they deign to visit me again

For making this housewife customer-mistress's day makes my day!

I'm pathetic like that!