On A Rainy Night

A truly superb and ridiculously beautiful customer-mistress in her early to mid-twenties heads towards me on a rainy night, seemingly just itching to have her feet kissed! I pucker up expectantly as she approaches.

There is a look of steely determination on her face that says, 'You will kiss my feet, slave!'

Her street-soiled sneakers stop directly outside my foothold

'Kiss my foot, slave!', she barks, presenting her dirty right sneaker-toe at the aperture

I get a good view of her SOCK as I place my lowly lips on the proffered sneaker-toe...

...and as this casually-attired goddess looks down upon me from on high, both literally and spiritually!

She then further demonstrates her contempt by silently turning her back on me to walk away from whence she came

All I can do is humbly observe the backs of her departing sneakers and socks...

...and wish I could crawl behind them to heel through the puddles...

...in order to serve them further!


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