By Way Of A Demonstration

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam demonstrates to her good friend, master George sir, how best to use me – their local public humble-head. She explains that my function in life is primarily to kiss-respect people’s feet, and she shows him the best stance to take in front of my confined face – with one foot extended forwards onto my lowly lips. She also explains that this posture will likely reveal a slither of SOCK to me, something which she, quite rightly, says will add to my sense of humiliation and impotence, since having to look at a person’s SOCK whilst kissing their FOOT is an additional degradation for me.

Ms Mukta then kindly demonstrates to master George sir exactly what she means, before standing to one side and politely inviting him to step up to my face and have his feet kissed – something which master George sir is only too eager to do!

Ms Mukta madam explains to her friend my lowly purpose in life - which is to basically kiss feet and study SOCKS

She then demonstrates to him how best to use me...

...by making sure the SOCK is partially visible in front of my footkissing face

Ms Mukta's SOCKS are always a joy to behold - especially her dark grey SOCKS!

I love the curvature of the SOCK over her shapely, feminine anklebone!

She deftly switches feet in front of my face as her demonstration to master George sir continues...

...thereby ensuring that I get to view both her SOCKS!

Master George sir is intrigued...

...and excited to try me out as soon as his friend Mukta steps to one side and invites him to do so!

Scuzzy sneaker is now replaced by smart, brown leather shoe...

...and once again grey SOCK, though this time of a slightly paler hue

And, of course, with a whole different pattern of SOCK STITCHING to study and admire!

Master George sir certainly knows how to show off his SOCKS!

He learns fast!

It is an honour, albeit a humbling and degrading one, for me to be so close to another man's SOCKS!

A superior man's SOCKS. The SOCKS of a much better man than me!

I stare at the master's SOCK and drink in its fabulousness!

I'm just a SOCK-ADMIRING WEED, down amongst the other weeds!

Master George's SHOELEATHER also feels, and smells smooth

I am conscious of my two betters looking down on me as I pay my humble homage to master George's SHOES and SOCKS

He is certainly in no hurry to leave - switching feet several times in front of my SOCK-ADMIRING face!

But, eventually, all good things must come to an end, and the two superior beings turn to leave...

...by which I mean master George sir's SOCKS!

Oh, if only I were worthy to follow his SOCKS to heel, and serve them all my days!


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