Sad Old Slave Man

To many happy couples, I'm just a sad old slave man, fit only to kiss their feet. And they are exactly right, of course!

‘Haha, look, honey! An old slave man! Let’s make him kiss your feet?’

The couple approach me:

‘Haha, are you ready to kiss feet, slave? The feet of my girlfriend?’

‘Yes, master sir, if you would be so kind, master sir. Kissing feet is what I do, sir?’

‘Haha, he’s ready for you now, honey. Make him kiss your feet!’

The young woman obligingly presents her scuffmarked walking boot to my menial, municipal mouth:

‘Kiss my foot, slave!’

The man laughs at me as my lowly lips obediently touch his girlfriend’s outstretched boot-toe:

‘Haha, that’s right, sad old slave man. Kiss my pretty girlfriend’s dirty boot! Haha!’

The girl laughs at me too, as I humbly eye up her SOCK. It's late evening, so I may surmise that she has been wearing that white sock inside her boot all day!

After my public humiliation kissing the young woman’s feet, I overhear the master-sir quite rightly and gleefully congratulating her as they depart hand in hand from my lowly presence:

‘Haha, well done, honey – you sure showed him who’s boss! What a sad old feetkissing git! Haha!’

The girl laughs.

‘Haha, look, honey! An old slave man! Let’s make him kiss your feet?’

‘Haha, are you ready to kiss feet, slave? The feet of my girlfriend?’

‘Haha, he’s ready for you now, honey. Make him kiss your feet!’

‘Kiss my foot, slave!’

I eye up the young woman's SOCK as I lip-respect her proffered BOOT-TOE

Just think, that SOCK has probably been on her FOOT and ANKLE all day!

It is therefore imbued with her personal FOOTSWEAT-DNA!

I am acutely aware of her boyfriend's manly boots keeping an eye on my humility vis-a-vis his pretty girlfriend!

I show the same respect for her LEFT BOOT-TOE when she deftly switches her feet in front of my face

Again, I am mesmerised by her SOCK!

The SOCK of a goddess - of another man's girlfriend...

...of a much better man than me!

'Haha, well done, honey – you sure showed him who’s boss!... 

...What a sad old feetkissing git! Haha!’

All I can do as I listen to the couple's jubilant mockery of me, is study their departing FEET!

Especially the girl's SOCKS...

...on her shapely ANKLES

SOCKS that have just dominated me...

...at the behest of her manly boyfriend's BOOTS!

Truly I am, as the master-sir so astutely says, nothing but a 'sad old feetkissing git'! A kisser of feet for my betters.


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