Epitome Of Female Power

A young Muslim woman walks confidently towards me from across the yard and uses me to have her BLACK LOAFER SHOES kiss-respected. She is, without a shadow of a doubt, the epitome of FEMALE POWER over the humble male slave!

She exudes feminine CONFIDENCE and POWER!

As do her SHOES and SOCKS!

They stop before me, ready to use me

The RIGHT FOOT is the first to be unceremoniously shoved onto my menial mouth

Followed, naturally, by the LEFT

I get a good, if humbling, view of her WHITE SOCKS!

Her TROUSERED LEGS tower over my humble SHOEKISSING head...

...as she ignores me and focuses on the contents of her phone...

...as bright and brilliant young women are so wont to do these days!


For my humble part, I cower beneath her SOCK...

... respectfully kissing her OUTSTRETCHED SHOE TOE...

...as befits a public footslave paying humble homage to a superior customer-mistress or master

Her SOCK is RIGHT IN MY FACE!

And, pathetically, I wouldn't wish for my face to be anywhere else right now!

This is such an honour - to be down in the dirt kissing the SHOES of a superior young woman...

...the epitome of womanhood, no less!

She puts her phone away and glowers down at me

'Look at the CREASES in my SOCK, slave, and mentally count the number of INDIVIDUAL STITCHES in each CREASE!'

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, goddess-mistress madam.'

She looks away again. Her righteous young-womanly contempt for me means she can't even bear to look at me!

As for me, I comply with her POWERFUL WISHES, as I am required to do by Law

I diligently study her SOCK CREASES as I continue to respectfully kiss her LOAFER SHOES...

...and endeavour to silently count the number of INDIVIDUAL SOCK STITCHES in each CREASE!

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