Only Myself To Blame

I suppose I only have myself to blame – for being a slave, I mean? After all, is it any wonder that people treat me like the dirt beneath their feet, when that is precisely what I am?

I was born to kiss feet – the feet of my betters. And they know it!

A late-night customer mistress has me kiss her SHOES and SOCKS to order

I must begin by kiss-respecting her DIRTY SHOELEATHER

Then, in accordance with her wishes, move my menial mouth up to her SOCK!

Some customers prefer having their SOCKS kissed as they can really FEEL my lowly lips!

But this pretty mistress also demands that I kiss her SHOE BUCKLE!

She even helpfully twists her shapely ankle to one side to facilitate my mouth in reaching her BUCKLE!

Oh how HUMBLING! Oh how HUMILIATING!

I head back down to her SHOETOE

'Kiss the area of SOCK just below my upper shoestrap, slave!'

'Yes, mistress. At once mistress. I obey you, mistress!'

I move my lips up to the designated area of plain, grey SOCK!

Such a SOFT SOCK!

The SOCK of a WOMAN!

I study the SOCK, especially the lines of STITCHING in the SOCK!

This is all I am good for!

Kissing the FEET, SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS!

I'm just a SLAVE

Another WEED beneath their FEET!

No wonder my esteemed customers treat me like DIRT! My nose brushes against the SHOE BUCKLE as my lips touch the SOCK!


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