Staring At The Dirty Footblock

I must stare at the dirty-shoe-soiled concrete footblock beneath my confined face as I await the next pair of dirty shoes (or boots) to grace my lowly lips with their superior presence! 

I must spend my 'downtime' staring at the dirty marks left on the footblock by my previous customers' SHOES and BOOTS...

...as I humbly await the arrival of my next customer

As she walks towards me I note that she is a smoker, and that she is wearing thick, creased, BEIGE BOOTS... 

...and GREYISH-WHITE SOCKS!

The BOOTS and SOCKS stop expectantly in front of me

And then the RIGHT BOOTED FOOT is raised onto the FOOTBLOCK beneath my confined face for respect-kissing!

Swiftly followed by the LEFT!

I must now repeatedly kiss-respect the customer's DIRTY BOOTS beneath her CREASED SOCKS...

...as she looks down disparagingly at me...

...in between taking drags on her cigarette

She really is a SUPERIOR BEING to me. And she knows it!

All I can do is look up reverentially at her SOCKTOPS as I kiss her BOOTS...

...and contemplate my lowliness and wretchedness at the FEET of my BETTERS!

As soon as the BOOTS (and SOCKS) turn their backs on me and start to walk away from me...

...I must lower my humble head once again in order to stare at the pretty customer-mistress's RESIDUAL BOOTDIRT!

For her superior part, she has already forgotten about me

She doesn't care if my menial, municipal mouth is filled with the taste of her BOOTDIRT...

...as her own pretty mouth is savouring the taste of nicotine!

I study the DIRTMARKS left by her BOOTSOLES...

...my humble head remaining lower than her SOCKS

What a privilege, what an honour, to taste such a fabulous pair of everyday BOOTS!

To have tasted where those BOOTS have been...

...and to study the marks left by them on the concrete footblock beneath my face!


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