Autumn Boots And Socks

It's early autumn, and I'm pleased to encounter my first pair of autumnal BOOTS and SOCKS!

It's late September, and the first pair of autumnal BOOTS and SOCKS make their way slowly towards me

I'm pleased to say it is a female pair of BOOTS and SOCKS!

The BOOTS and SOCKS stop before me, ripe for respect-kissing!

But not before their pretty wearer crouches down to my lowly level to tease and mock me!

As her SOCKTOPS tower over my humble head...

...the customer-mistress mockingly asks me if I am looking forward to kissing her BOOTS?

She opines that it must be humiliating for me, having to kiss people's dirty BOOTS and SHOES all day and every day?

I humbly confirm to the kind mistress-madam that, whilst it is humiliating, it is also an honour for the likes of lowly me

She laughs at me, condescendingly taps me on my humble head and promises she'll be 'gentle' with me!

...before standing up straight in order to present her BOOTED FOOT to my menial mouth

I hear her chuckle as she feels my lips on her TOES through the materials of her BOOT and SOCK

Again, it's a condescending, malevolent chuckle

But, to be honest, all I can think about is her SOCKS!

Such a fabulous pair of BLACK SOCKS inside such a fabulous pair of autumnal BOOTS!

The customer deftly switches her BOOTED FEET in front of my mouth...

...giving me the humbling opportunity to look up at her LEFT SOCKTOP

I study the STITCHES in the BLACK SOCKTOP, and try to visualise the rest of her SOCK inside her BOOT!

For her haughty part, she continues to look down on me until...

...satisfied with her humbling of me, she turns her back on me and silently walks away

She has every right to be proud of herself - a superb young woman of the Gynarchy!

For my much humbler part, I bow my head in shame behind her departing BOOTS...

...before daring to look up at her departing SOCKS!

Truly, I am less than her autumnal SOCKS. And the new season has only just begun!
 

Comments

Post a Comment

Please note all comments are subject to moderation by the blog author prior to publication

Likes

Popular posts from this blog

Beneath An Indian Office-Goddess's Feet

Image
Ms Saanvi madam is one of the office mistresses who regularly sits at the desk beneath which the office footrest is imprisoned beneath glass. Ms Saanvi likes to wear her traditional sari to work, along with her ornate foot decorations and sandals. However, she will occasionally kick off her sandals and rest her bare feet directly over the glass-covered face of the imprisoned footslave!  The office footslave often finds himself beneath the sandalled feet of sari-wearing Ms Saanvi madam Her feet are always pleasingly decorated with ornate ankle chains All frustratingly out of reach to the glass-imprisoned office footslave, of course! All he can see is the plain sole of her leather sandal! Even her perfectly pedicured toenails are hidden from his humble view whilst she keeps her sandals on! He wishes he could at least smell and lick her sandal bottoms... ...so that he could taste and smell where she has been! Ms Saanvi, meanwhile, is oblivious to the slave's sufferings and frustration...
Read more

Sock Nutrients

Image
My mistress Hala’s SOCKS are full of nutrients, so whenever she relaxes at home with her SOCKED FEET resting on top of my upturned face, I endeavour to discreetly absorb some of those precious female nutrients into my feckless, footslave facial pores. What a privilege, what an honour, for a dirty, male slave such as myself to have some of my mistress's FEMALE FOOT DNA rub off on me via her SOCKS!  My mistress Hala madam relaxes with her SOCKED FEET resting on top of my humbly upturned face She has every right to use my face as a SOCKREST... ...as I am her household FOOTSLAVE! Her SOCKS are CRUMPLED and SWEATY, having been on her FEET inside her SNEAKERS all day! I endeavour to absorb some of her FEMALE SOCK NUTRIENTS into my facial pores I can only hope that some of her FEMALE GREATNESS will rub off on me via her SOCKS? All I can SMELL, FEEL and SEE right now is her SOCKS... ...SOCKS that I have been following to HEEL and studying on her ANKLES all day! Meanwhile, my mistress Hala ...
Read more

Nerve Needle

Image
My glorious and superb mistress Mukta madam’s preferred form of punishment for me is not, actually, the WHIP, but rather is to place me overnight in the ingenious ‘wonky’ stocks, designed by her clever husband, my master Simon sir, in order to put extra pain-pressure on my neck and shoulder muscles. Whilst the pain of the wonky stocks is a slow burn, developing over several hours, as opposed to the quick, sharp pain of the WHIP, my inventive mistress sometimes ‘enhances’ my confined neck pain still further by using a so-called ‘nerve needle’ to put pressure on a specific nerve inside my neck. Having had training as a Gynarchy nurse, my excellent mistress Mukta knows exactly where to insert the needle in order to maximise my pain! ‘Needless’ to say, even just the sight of the nerve needle is oftentimes enough to elicit the utmost slavish contrition in me and the feverish kissing of her FEET! Better to contritely KISS FEET than to feel the NERVE NEEDLE in one’s NECK! My mistress Muk...
Read more