Distractions

At first, she appears to be distracted by her phone. But thankfully, she soon focuses on humbling me and having me kiss her feet.

The waitress from the local cafe heads towards me, talking on her phone, on what is presumably her meal break?

Her voice is loud and unselfconscious, though happy, as she is deeply engrossed in her phone conversation

The conversation continues unabated above me as her SNEAKERS stop directly in front of my face

I hope she isn't too distracted to use me, for I live to KISS FEET!

Thankfully, her conversation with the other unknown person ends, and she addresses me directly: 'You're gonna kiss my feet, boy!'

She then kindly extends her RIGHT SNEAKERED FOOT towards my awaiting menial mouth...

...before switching to her LEFT FOOT

'Look up at my SOCK while you're kissing my foot, slave!'

'Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress.'

Satisfied with my slavish compliance, her attention once again switches to her phone...

...this time to her text messages

For my humble part, I obediently look at her SOCK whilst I repeatedly kiss her outstretched SNEAKER-TOE

There is, to be fair, much to admire in the waitress's SOCK - the lines of STITCHING; and the BOBBLING

This is the HARDWORKING SOCK of a HARDWORKING FEMALE, enjoying a well-earned break from her work!

Needless to say, I am never off-duty...

...and must always either be KISSING FEET, or thinking about KISSING FEET

That's because I'm a SLAVE!