Heart Skips A Beat

Sadly for me, many fine people, probably the majority, choose to simply ignore me or walk on by me, leaving my lowly lips bereft of tasting their superior footwear. That’s why my footslave heart always skips a beat when I espy a potential customer heading straight towards me. I can only hope and pray that they will, indeed, be kind enough to give me a taste of their SHOES! 

A master-sir with magnificent shoes passes by me without stopping

Another superb master-sir also, frustratingly, walks away from me. I would love to taste his loafers!

A happy couple completely ignore me!

As to a trio of potential customers. And why wouldn't they ignore me? I'm just a common-or-garden public footslave!

But this potential customer-mistress appears to be heading directly towards me. She's not looking at me...

...but she's definitely heading straight for me. I pucker up in humble expectation as my footslave heart skips a beat!

Sure enough, her SNEAKERS and SOCKS stop in front of my foothold cell to momentarily gloat over me...

...before the right SNEAKER-TOE is silently shoved towards my menial mouth...

...followed by the left. The wearer of the SNEAKERS has no need to verbally command me to kiss it. Everyone knows it's my default position to kiss any and all feet that are presented to me. Indeed, it's the Law!

All too soon for my lowly liking, the SNEAKERS continue on their way

But at least they did, briefly, honour me with their presence. I don't expect the jogging master-sir will bother to stop. More's the pity!


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