Proverbial

She may look like the proverbial girl next door, wearing everyday JEANS, SNEAKERS and SOCKS, but she must be shown the utmost slavish respect by a public humble head like me. Her SNEAKERS must be enthusiastically kissed, and her SOCKS visually admired.

She saunters confidently towards me - the proverbial girl next door

She stops to look down upon me with young-womanly contempt - as well she might!

'Kiss my foot, slavey!'

I am forbidden to verbally respond. Only to physically obey!

She focuses on her text messages above me...

...as I obediently kiss her outstretched, SNEAKERED FOOT and visually admire her SOCK

I particularly admire the way her SHORT, WHITE SOCK hugs the contours of her shapely, female ANKLE!

I make sure not to look above the SOCK, out of respect for it and its owner!

I know my lowly place, and it's at my customers' SOCK-LEVEL!

Their SOCKS are my gods

I deem it a privilege to have my feckless face so close to the pretty customer's SOCK!

Meanwhile, the esteemed SOCK-WEARER continues to focus on her phone...

...subliminally switching her SNEAKERED FEET in front of my FEETKISSING FACE

She stops at one point to SHOUT down at me: 'KISS THE SIDE OF MY SHOE, STUPID SLAVE!'

Again, I must say nothing - only respond to her barked FEMALE COMMAND!

I duly kiss the SIDE of her SNEAKER, whilst keeping my lowly eyes glued to her SOCK

Better to KISS FEET very well, in a way that pleases one's customer-mistress, than to earn a wrathful KICK to the face!

The SNEAKERS and SOCKS suddenly turn their backs on me and silently walk away

I trust this bright and intelligent young woman is pleased with herself for the way she has treated me?

She has every right to be pleased, for I am just a SLAVE - fit only to be humbled at her FEET!

I audaciously strain my COLLARED NECK upwards in an attempt to view the back of her DEPARTING SOCK

A SOCK of POWER and of GLORY - a girl next door's SOCK!

I can't know, of course, if she actually lives next door

I'm just a SLAVE, fit only to look her in the SOCK, and it's none of my business where she lives!


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