Feeling Small

From time to time, I must suffer the added humiliation of having a customer’s shapely stockinged-legs towering over my humble head as I kiss-respect their shoes. The long stockings make me feel very small!

A beautiful Asian customer-mistress with long, white stockings makes her way towards my humble head

'You a slave! You kiss shoe, slave!'

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.

She watches me glumly as I go about my humiliating, slavish task

Her white STOCKING makes me feel very small and insignificant as it towers over my humble head!

I can see the individual stitches in the STOCKING on her foot area

I try to look up as high as I can, since the Law states I am permitted to look a customer in the SOCK - however long!

But at the same time I must focus on the task in mouth...

...that of kissing the Asian lady's red, high-heeled SHOES!

She must see me as just another weed at her feet?

As she switches feet in front of me, she barks another order down at me: 'Slave kiss harder! Better!'

Eventually she turns her back on me in order to leave

It's not clear to me whether I have pleased her with my shoe-kissing efforts, for she says nothing

Oh to be able to nose and nuzzle those soft, white STOCKING TOPS!

But I can only look up and dream about that!

I'm just a lowly, public footservant...

...fit only to kiss the SHOES of my betters...

...beneath their STOCKINGS!


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