Ms Mukta Visits A Public Feet Slavey

On a pleasant suburban street, full of cherry blossom, a public feet slavey anxiously awaits the arrival of his next customer. He is anxious because he knows he will be completely at that person’s mercy and must therefore do his ankle-level best to be pleasing to them!

As dusk begins to fall, Ms Mukta makes her way towards the public feet slavey

This is her favourite time of the day to visit feetslaves, since there is still just enough light for them to be able to make out the individual STITCHES in her SOCKS!

'Kiss my foot, feet slavey!' she barks from on high, as she skillfully positions her right, sneakered foot up to his confined face

'And kiss it very well!'

'Yeth, mithtreth', mumbles the slave through a mouthful of dirty SNEAKER-TOE!

He has not had the honour of serving this arrogant customer-mistress before, but is already in love with her SOCKS!

He's pathetic like that!

He visually admires the SOCK in front of him, as he tastes the SNEAKER-DIRT and smells the SNEAKER-LEATHER!

Just a plain, grey SOCK, that has probably been the customer's foot all day?

What a lowly privilege, what an humbling honour, to be in such close proximity to a beautiful young woman's SOCK...

...while she is still wearing it inside her SHOE!

The street is deserted, apart from the public feet slavey and his customer

There is nothing to distract either of them...

...as the customer-mistress demands that her SNEAKER be kissed...

..and the obedient feet slavey stares at his customer's SOCK!

Indeed, he must look up to the SOCK...

...both literally and figuratively!

He's just a pathetic, stranger's SNEAKER-kisser and SOCK-admirer!

On a par with her SOCK!

No wonder she looks down upon him - both literally and figuratively!

Her SOCK now dominates his lowly landscape!

He is the admiring servant of her SHOE and SOCK!


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