No Inhibitions

Even quiet and unassuming women, who wouldn’t normally say boo to a goose, have no inhibitions whatsoever about using me to have their boots or shoes kiss-respected. That’s because they know I am just a slave and that they are better than me.

A casually-dressed young woman approaches me on her own at night

She stops directly in front of me in order to look down upon me, both literally and figuratively

'Kiss my boot, slave!'

'And don't look up at my sock!'

This is a somewhat unusual stipulation by a customer. Normally the instruction is not to look at them above the sock

But this demure and modest young woman regards even her SOCKS as being too good for me!

She's right, of course. I am not worthy to look her in the SOCK...

...though she needn't woory. If I were to look her in the SOCK, I would do so humbly and admiringly...

...and with a sense of slavish awe...

... since it is the SOCK of my infinite better, being the SOCK of a beautiful asnd intelligent young woman!

But her instructions are clear - I am to focus on her BOOT!

'And the other one, slave!' She switches her booted feet in front of my face. Again, I look at BOOT, not at SOCK!

The BOOTS and SOCKS then turn their backs on me...

...their wearer walking away from my humble head no dobut with a triumphant grin on her pretty face?

She has every right to feel triumphant, for she has successfully humiliated me

And that's precisely what I'm here for - to be humbled and humiliated at my betters' feet...

...and to make them feel good about themselves!

Still her forbidden SOCK towers over my bowed head

All I can see are her departing, dirty BOOTSOLES containing the streetdirt she has walked in

I'm just another weed - crushed underfoot by the BOOTS and SOCKS of my unassuming, but uninhibited, betters!


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