Ending The Day With A Bow

It’s always nice to end the day with a bow whilst kissing the shoe and admiring the sock of another one of my betters!

A young woman has me kiss her smart, black, patent leather SHOES late at night and in the presence of her manly husband

She looks down upon me...

...as I humbly lip her SHOELEATHER!

I can observe her husband's shoes and socks in the distance

But, for now at least, I must focus on female SHOELEATHER and SOCK!

I make sure my lips respectfully brush against the customer-mistress's white cotton SOCK...

...as I study the SCUFFMARKS on her SHOES!

The master-sir is wearing WHITE SOCKS also (well, white-ish!)

'Kiss my wife's feet very well, slave!' he commands me.

The master-sir is, quite rightly, very protective of his beloved wife's FEET and FOOTWEAR

He watches me like a hawk, as I do what he would never demean himself by doing i.e. kiss his wife's dirty, scuffmarked SHOES!

'Look up at the little black bow at the top of my wife's SOCK and praise it, slave!'

I have already been silently admiring the mistress's decorative, black leather SOCK BOW!

'I said PRAISE my wife's SOCK BOW, slave! Verbally WORSHIP it!'

'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir... Oh mistress's SOCK, how I admire your wonderful, decorative bow at the top, if you will forgive me, mistress-madam the SOCK?'

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