Neither Here Nor There

I very much enjoy the company of my betters, but I must acknowledge that they are, by definition, not my friends. I do so, of course, by humbly and respectfully kissing their dirty BOOTS and SHOES on their FEET!

A stranger approaches me late at night - my BETTER; not my friend!


I brace my lips for some slavish kiss-respecting of her BOOTS

The BOOTS stop directly in front of me, as if showing off their SCUFFMARKS and DIRTINESS!

Then the RIGHT BOOT is unceremoniously shoved onto my menial mouth

Swiftly followed by the LEFT female BOOT!

I'm gratified to note that, as I am feverishly kiss-respecting the muddy BOOT-TOE...

...the top of the customer's SOCK is just visible thanks to the temporary riding up of her jean leg!

Not that the pretty wearer of the SOCK is even aware of its exposure to my face!

Nor does she care!

She is entirely focused on the contents of her phone, as she jolly well should be!

For I am a nothing and a nobody, and the fact I can see her SOCK is neither here nor there!

When she switches FEET again, her RIGHT SOCKTOP is slightly less visible

Again, this is neither here nor there!

But it means the world to me - just to be able to see a tiny sliver of a customer's SOCK!

She turns to leave

No friendly words of departure. And nor should there be. My esteemed customer is not my friend!

I continue to humbly and respectfully look up to her SOCK

Indeed, I feel a foolish sense of slavish awe and wonderment at being able to view such a pretty stranger's SOCK at such close quarters, and especially when my unworthy mouth still tastes of her DIRTY BOOTLEATHER!

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

Acknowledging Her Superiority

Image
A young woman visits a prisoner-slave in his dungeon cell. She has come to preach to him from the Gynarchy scriptures, reinforcing the message that he is just a lowly male slave and that she is better than him, being young, beautiful, free and female. The dungeon master-sir makes sure the inferior slave shows his pretty guest the utmost slavish respect! The dungeon master-sir makes sure the prisoner-slave shows appropriate slavish respect for the pretty visitor-mistress She knows, backed up by Gynarchy scripture, that she is better than the slave... ...and that she is therefore worthy to have her FEET kissed by him! Actually, the slave knows it too! He doesn't need Gynarchy scripture to tell him that even this beautiful young woman's SOCK is superior to him! He therefore does the only thing he can do - he kisses the SOCK'S accompanying SHOE... ...followed by the other SHOE when she casually switches her FEET in front of his confined face! 'Make sure you kiss the young ...
Read more

Beneath Every Cinema Seat

Image
In the great Gynarchy of Barbaria, every cinema seat has a glass-floor footslave for the cinema patron to rest their feet on These 'fortunate' footslaves have two Asian girls sitting above them! One girl is about to tuck into her cake! I'll bet the footslave below her only wishes he could tuck into her flip-flops? And her painted toenails! But the glass ceiling of his footslave-compartment prevents him from touching her feet or footwear He can only look - longingly! Oh how he would dearly  love  to be this beautiful young Asian woman's personal footslave... ...following her flip-flops wherever they go! And cleaning  them with his tongue! To say nothing of suck-cleaning her dainty, feminine toes! The other young woman looks equally bored by the film! Her cinema-footslave has her bare feet to look at, since she has kicked off her sandals! The slave is intrigued by the gothic cross ankle-chain tattoo on her right ankle But, like his fellow-ffotslave in the adjacent co...
Read more

Nothing I Can Do

Image
It seems that nothing I can do seems good enough, or humble enough, to please this beautifully demanding Asian customer-mistress! This pretty, Asian customer-mistress is clearly unimpressed by my sneaker-licking efforts! 'You lick harder, slave... ...Lick here. Lick side. CLEAN!' I obediently move my menial mouth to the side of the dirt-stained sneaker 'Look at sock while slick sneaker, slave... ...Not look away from sock! Again, I obediently feast my eyes on the Asian customer-mistress's thick, grey SOCK! 'Count stitches in sock crease... ...Count quietly. Not speak. You just a slave!' Ever the obedient footslave, I focus my lowly eyes on the designated SOCK CREASE... ...and endeavour to silently count the number of individual STITCHES in said CREASE, whilst continuing to lick SHOE! So far, I've counted 73! 
Read more