Gloating Over Me
A beautiful Gynarchy mistress, quite rightly, gloats over me as I must kiss her feet on the street The pretty customer-mistress is clearly already in a gloating mood as she approaches my humble head Sure enough, she stops to gloat over me, asking me how I think I will like it, having to kiss her feet? Do I like her SHOES and SOCKS... ...and am I actually looking forward to getting my face even closer to them? I humbly reply (to her SOCKS) that I am indeed relishing the prospect of being even closer to her SOCKS, madam... ...if your SOCKS will forgive me, madam, begging their female pardons, miss? She giggles as she positions her RIGHT FOOT onto the footblock in front of my face... ...and continues to sniggeringly look down upon me as I embrace her extended SHOE-TOE with my lowly lips! She then switches FEET, to kindly give me a taste of her LEFT SHOE-TOE And, of course, a close-up and personal view of her LEFT SOCK... ...close enough to be able to make out the individual STITCHES ...