Sixth Sense

A man waits patiently outside whilst I, the dumb restroom footkisser, kiss-respect his wife’s feet after she has performed her ablutions. The man must be able to hear my kisses to his wife’s feet as I can sense his manly sneer as he despises me. I have a sixth sense for things like that!

By the way, I’m ‘dumb’ in the sense that I am forbidden, by Law, to speak to my customers, on account of my ultra-lowly position in life. All I am good for is kissing feet!

I can sense the man's sneer directed towards me as he waits patiently outside for his lovely wife

How he must despise me - the dumb restroom footkisser for women!

For her part, his wife too despises me

And rightly so, for I am obliged, by Law, to silently and respectfully kiss her sneakered feet...

...in the face of her SOCKS!

Such SUPERB feet!

She arrogantly switches feet in front of my face, as is her perfect right!

What a dumbass, she's thinking!

He can't even look at me above the SOCKS!

He's just a humble head

A nothing and a nobody - a dumb feetkisser!

She soon tires of me and exits the restroom into the arms of her loving and handsome husband

I keep my humble head suitably bowed in the presence of my customer's departing feet

As she thought, I cannot look at her above the SOCK

It's the Law!

I wish I could follow this bright and beautiful young woman to heel...

...and be the permanent footslave of this happy, handsome couple!

But her sneakers are happily turning their backs on me...

...as are her SOCKS!

I must remain here and silently await the next pair of female feet to kiss. I sense it won't be a long wait!

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