Expressing My Admiration

 Sometimes I can’t resist expressing my slavish admiration for a customer’s socks:

‘Kiss my feet, slave!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. I admire your socks, miss?’

‘Shut up, slave, and kiss my sneaker!’

I shut up and kiss sneaker, but continue to admire the pretty customer’s SOCK – in abject silence!

‘Kiss my feet, slave!’

Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. I admire your socks, miss?’

What's not to admire about this SOCK?

The plain grey STITCHING! The CONTOURS!

These are SOCKS worthy of any footslave's undying admiration!

But my menial mouth has been ordered to shut up and focus on kissing SNEAKERS

So that's exactly what it does!

As a slave, I must always obey my customer masters and mistresses...

...to the letter!

The beautiful customer turns her back on me and silently leaves

I hope my words of admiration for her SOCKS are still in her superior thoughts!

But who knows what a goddess like this might be thinking?

Certainly not me - a down-in-the-dirt, common public footservant!

Still, I look admiringly at her SOCKS!

I can't take my eyes off her SOCKS!

SOCKS!


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