Taunter

Esteemed customer-mistress Ms Jean madam likes to verbally taunt me during her regular, early-evening visits to my humble head:

‘Haha, how do you like it, slave? Having to kiss the feet, shoes and socks of your betters – all day long and into the evening? Haha, don’t you feel shame? Don’t you feel humiliated?’

‘Yes, mistress Jean madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress Jean madam. I’m garbage like that, madam.’

‘Haha. Kiss my feet, slave!'

‘Yes, mistress Jean madam. At once, mistress Jean madam.’

I humbly lower my lips to her arrogantly-outstretched sneaker toe.

‘Haha, how do you like it, slave? Having to kiss the feet, shoes and socks of your betters?' 

'Kiss my feet, slave!'

Regular visitor Ms Jean madam loves to verbally mock and taunt me as I must kiss-respect her feet!

She's a real TAUNTER-MISTRESS!

I make sure to admiringly study her SOCKS as I kiss her feet...

...Or, at least, what I can see of her SHORT, BLACK SNEAKER SOCKS!

The SOCKS of my magnificent TAUNTER!

The SOCKS of a local, middle-aged goddess!

Her SOCKS!

Ms Jean madam's SOCKS!

SOCK!

I'm pathetic like that - admiring all my customers' SOCKS!

No wonder they triumphantly turn their backs on me!

Ms Jean madam knows she is a superior being to me...

...and entitled to MOCK me!

I'm just a SOCK-WEED at her FEET!

A sockieboy; a sock-slut; a sock-numpty!

I equally admire her dirty SNEAKER SOLE as she walks away from me...

...along with her BLACK SOCKTOP

Her SOCKTOP! Ms Jean madam's SOCKTOP!

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