All I Know

Of course, I have no way of knowing anything about my customer-mistresses or their busy, superior lives when they emerge triumphantly from the public restroom outside which I am permanently based. All I do know, and all they know about me too, is that I am obliged, by Law, to silently kiss-respect their feet as soon as they are presented to me, and to worshipfully study their SOCKS – as befits a public sock-slavey!

Kissing SHOES and admiring SOCKS – the SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS – is all I know, and all I need to know!

Another potential customer-mistress emerges triumphantly from the ladies' restroom

She surveys me, debating within herself whether to do me the honour of using me

Being a (presumably) kind and sweet-hearted young woman, she elects to use me...

... looking down upon me with the usual contempt my esteemed customers invariably hold me in

For my humble part, all I know is that I am now obliged, by Law, to kiss-respect her SHOES and visually admire her SOCKS

Indeed, this is all I know - kissing SHOES and admiring SOCKS; the SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS!

Being super-kind, this young woman first presents me with her RIGHT sneakered and socked foot...

.. followed by her LEFT

So I get to study and admire, in great detail, both her SOCKS!

And it goes without saying that her SOCKS are, like her, magnificent!

All my customers' SOCKS are magnificent!

She silently turns to leave me...

...nonchalantly leaving me to the gutter, where I belong!

I too remain silent, out of respect for her departing SHOES and SOCKS

SHOES I have just kissed...

...and SOCKS I have just admired!

This is all I know - SHOES and SOCKS; SHOES and SOCKS; SHOES and SOCKS...


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