A master-sir – a magnificent man – enjoys tormenting and
mocking me:
‘He hee, you’re just a slave! You have to kiss people’s
feet, and that! He hee, I’m gonna enjoy watching you bein’ humiliated at people’s
feet, slave!’
‘Yes, master sir. Thanking you kindly, master sir. I kiss
your feet, sir.’
He then stands nearby, watching my humiliation at the feet
of a pretty customer-mistress.
‘He hee, you’re just a slave! You have to kiss people’s feet, and that!...
...He hee, I’m gonna enjoy watching you bein’ humiliated at people’s feet, slave!’
‘Yes, master sir. Thanking you kindly, master sir. I kiss your feet, sir.’
I bow my humble head in shame in front of the superior man's sneakers and socks
I am fit only to kiss such a magnificent man in the foot...
...and to have his sock towering over my humble head
Better to kiss his feet than to invoke his wrath!
'He hee, loser slave!'
'You're just a feetkissin' fritter! He hee!'
'He hee he hee!'
Even the master-sir's SOCK appears to be mocking me!
I repeatedly kiss his dirty sneaker-toe...
...whilst being subjected to his sniggering and mockery
The magnificent master-sir then stands to one side and observes me kissing a stranger's feet - the feet of a young woman
I can still hear him sniggering
But better to kiss feet than to earn WHIP!
I can just observe the customer-mistress's short blue sock peeking out above her plain white sneaker
I humbly focus in on the STITCHING in the sock...
...and the way it stretches below her shapely ankle
I audaciously even look at the superb customer-mistress's bare ankleskin above the SOCK!
Truly, I'm just a weed down amongst the other weeds
A feetkissing, sock-admiring WEED...
...surrounded by the feet and footwear of my betters...
...as they look disparagingly down upon me
And rightly so, for I'm just a slave at their superior feet!
As soon as the young woman has gone, the master-sir resumes his merciless mockery of me
'He hee, how did you like it, slave? How did you like kissin' that babe's feet? Could you see her sock?'
'Yes, master sir, if it pleases you sir, thanking you kindly sir?'
'Sir, I think you're great, sir...
...May I kiss your feet again, sir?'
'Oh sir, oh master sir! Your SOCKS, sir!...
...Your SHOES, sir! Pray permit this slave to pay humble homage to your feet once more, most mighty master-sir?'
'He hee, very well slave! You may kiss my feet. And DON'T look at me above the SOCK, loser!...
...You're not fit to look at me above the SOCK!'
The master-sir is right. His SOCKS are my masters!
As I listen to the soft, departing footsteps of the customer-mistress, my senses are filled with the tastes and smells of MAN SNEAKER!
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