Long, Lingering Memories

An elderly male slave kisses the feet of a pretty visitor to his dungeon. He has never met her before and will likely never meet her again. But he will doubtless have a long, lingering memory of the fabulous taste, smell and sight of her BROWN LEATHER BOOTS! And of her WHITE SOCKS, of course!

Haha, that’s because he’s a nothing and a nobody, who lives for the BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS of passers-by!

Before long, another pair of feet stop by him – this time the much more familiar feet of regular visitor Ms Mukta madam. The BOOTS and SOCKS of his previous customer are, temporarily at least, forgotten about as he concentrates his slavish attention on Ms Mukta’s SNEAKERS and SOCKS!

Of course, the dungeon slave has absolutely no say over who stops by him for a FEETKISSING, and if a master-sir chooses to use him he must show the same amount of slavish respect for the magnificent master-sir’s FEET and FOOTWEAR as he does for those of his magnificent mistress-madams!

'Sir, your SOCKS sir!...

...Sir, master sir your SOCKS!...

...Sir, your SOCKS!'

Likewise, all ethnicities and their FEET and FOOTWEAR must be respected. The slave is the slave of everyone.

'Oh Japanese master-sir, your SOCKS!'

'Oh your SOCKS, sir!'

'The CREASES, sir!'

'Sir, your SOCKS!'

SOCKS, SOCKS and more SOCKS! All day long this wretched, pathetic old slave must look admiringly and with reverence at SOCKS – the SOCKS of his betters, as he kiss-respects their FEET!

'Madam, your SOCKS, mistress madam!... Oh your SOCKS, miss!... Your SOCKS!'

SOCKS! For this pathetic dungeon slave, ALL IS SOCKS!