Good Use Of My Lowly Time (ii)

Of course, a young woman’s personal footslave is never off duty and must remain alert and vigilant towards his mistress’s feet at all times. She may, for example, suddenly require him to kiss her feet – as she does today when her bus approaches. 

And subsequently, whilst she is seated on the bus, the slave must kneel beside her feet and resume his humble study of her SOCKS, taking up where he left off in the counting of her INDIVIDUAL SOCK STITCHES. For it is important for a footslave to know the total number of STITCHES in his mistress’s SOCKS. She might ask him about it sometime!

My mistress suddenly commands me to kiss her feet as her bus approaches

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! To have to kiss my pretty mistress's SHOES in front of the bus driver!

Maybe that's why she chose now to make me do it?

By way of a public demonstration of her FEMALE POWER and MASTERY over me?

Whatever her motivation, if mistress wants her SHOES to be kissed, then kissed they must be!

Besides, kissing her FEET gives me an even closer opportunity for SOCK STUDYING!

I'm sure my pretty mistress stylishly wears her businesswoman trousers at half-mast just so that I can observe her SOCKS throughout the day!

She switches feet several times in front of my face...

...again, a further public demonstration that SHE is the one in CONTROL!

Subsequently, after she has boarded the bus, I must kneel next to her feet and resume my humble study of her SOCKS...

...whilst she busies herself on her phone!

My only function now is to STUDY her SOCK on her ANKLE

Again, I endeavour to count the visible STITCHES in the SOCK, and then calculate the overall number of SOCK STITCHES

It's a near impossible task, of course, but one that nevertheless keeps my menial mind fruitfully occupied!

After all, my mistress might ask me some day about the total number of STITCHES in her WHITE SOCK?

I wish I could look up at her other SOCKED ANKLE dangling in the air above me

She is blissfully unaware of the effect her SOCKS have on me!

The SOCKS of a woman. The SOCKS of my infinite BETTER...

...of my OWNER!


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