Statements of Fact

The pretty customer-mistress with the foreign accent states the blindingly obvious:

‘You a slave. You kiss my feet. Put mouth on shoe. Look at sock. You obey, slave.’

Her words are as much statements of fact, as they are haughty orders. Of course, I obey them to the letter.

She approaches me with aplomb - the aplomb of a young woman who knows exactly how to address a slave like me

‘You a slave. You kiss my feet. Put mouth on shoe. Look at sock. You obey, slave.’

I, of course, instantly obey her female orders cum statements of fact...

...as she glowers down at me, disparagingly

I place my lowly lips onto her outstretched sneaker-toe...

...and taste and smell her female sneaker leather

She kindly switches feet in front of my face

I simultaneously study her SOCK...

...making sure to observe all the individual stitches in her SOCKTOP

I must obey and please this young woman

For she is my better

Just as everyone is my better!

I'm just a lowly, public footservant...

...a kisser of feet!

A man approaches us

It turns out he is the beautiful young woman's handsome boyfriend!

They embrace one another high above me

Her face lights up

I am instantly forgotten about...

...and must lower my gaze to the embracing feet of my betters

Just think, I have studied up-close and personal the stitching in the SOCKS of another man's beautiful girlfriend

I can observe his sandalled feet in the background too!

Socks, sneakers, feet, sandals, shoes and boots...

...such is my lowly life!

And that's a statement of fact!


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