Summer Sandals

There’s a heatwave throughout the Gynarchy, and the summer sandals are out! I now get to see all those lovely toes and bare feet that are ordinarily covered by socks and shoes, though I am still forbidden, by Law, from touching my customers’ bare skin or toenails with my menial, municipal mouth (unless I am specifically ordered to do so) and must instead focus my lowly lips on their musty-smelling sandal leather!

A beautiful, besandalled young woman approaches me on a hot summer's day

She stops to look down upon me with the contempt I deserve...

...before silently presenting me with her sandalled foot for respect-kissing

As she takes a drag on her cigarette high above me, I am acutely conscious that she has NOT given me her female permission to touch her SKIN or TOENAILS with my lowly lips!

My default position therefore, by Law, is to only kiss her SANDAL LEATHER

I aim for the LOWER STRAP

I might get away with brushing my BIG NOSE against her SKIN

And I can certainly inhale the musty-smelling aroma of her leather-sandalled FOOT

But LIPS must NOT touch SKIN!

Then again, why would I want to? I'm just a slave. This bright young woman's NAKED FLESH is too good for me!

She is NOT my girlfriend

And I am just her lowly SANDAL-KISSER!

She still manages to find fault with me: 'Don't look at my foot above the sandal, slave!'

I instantly lower my already humble gaze to the UPPER STRAP of her BLACK SANDAL!

She can have me WHIPPED if she so wishes!

My humbling view

Better to please the customer than feel WHIP!

I hope she will forgive my minor indiscretion?

She seems to have forgiven me, as she resumes smoking!

Phew! That was a close shave - like her lovely LEGS!

But she's right, of course. My only legitimate business is with her FOOTWEAR!

I must learn NOT to look at my customers above their SUMMER SANDALS!


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