Spider ToThe Fly

The approaching customer-mistress is all smiles. But they aren’t exactly friendly smiles. More condescending. The sort of smile a spider might direct towards a hapless fly!

She approaches like a spider coming towards a hapless fly

I am well and truly going to be at this mistress's mercy!

She stops directly in front of me: 'You're gonna kiss my feet, boy!'

'Yes, mistress. At once, mistress madam. Please don't hurt me, mistress?'

My plea for mercy is more of a request than a demand, as befits a slave! I admire her SOCKS, though!

Short, blue SNEAKER-SOCKS - only just visible over the rim of her SNEAKERS!

As a slave, you've gotta respect SOCKS like that!

The spider-mistress deftly switches her SNEAKERED and SOCKED feet in front of my fly face!

I can sense her momentarily watching me - gloating over me...

...before she turns her female attention to the contents of her phone...

...still smiling triumphantly...

...and leaving me to pay lowly lip-homage to her outstretched SNEAKER-TOE

I continue to study the SOCK admiringly...

...gain, as befits a captive SLAVE!

My humbling view of the lady's SHOE and SOCK
 

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