Kiss My Feet Slave

A pretty customer-mistress issues an order to me that I hear from hundreds of customers every day, 365 days a year:

‘Kiss my feet, slave!’

It is always an honour to obey such an order:

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

A young woman spots me in my dirty alcove

She stops directly in front of me in order to kindly give me a long, hard view of her SHOES and SOCKS

Bright red SHOES with blue and white SOCKS

I take humble time to admire the STITCHING in her SHORT SOCKS

I know what's coming next:

'Kiss my feet, slave!'

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

It is always an honour for the likes of me - a mere slave - to kiss the feet of my BETTERS!

I'm just a weed, down amongst the other weeds!

All too soon for my liking, the customer-mistress turns her back on me and walks away from my ugly old face...

...her own pretty face, no doubt, a picture of happiness and triumph?

Her SHOES and SOCKS still dominate my lowly vista...

...the vista of a SLAVE!

I admire her RIGHT SHOESOLE...

...and her LEFT SOCKTOP...

...as she abandons me to the WEEDS!

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