View Of Dawn From The Foothold

It’s dawn, and my first customer of the day approaches my lowly foothold – a jogger. She’s one of my regular patrons, but I don’t know her name. I’m thick like that. And besides, she never speaks to me, other than to order me to kiss her feet. But I recognise her running sneakers and socks. Not just by sight, but by smell and taste. I get to recognise all my regular customers via their footwear!

As dawn breaks, a familiar early-morning customer, a jogger, heads towards my foothold

I would recognise her from her running sneakers and socks, even if I couldn't see her face!

The sneakers and socks stop for a breather in front of my confined head. They pose arrogantly in front of me

'Kiss my foot, slave!'

'And the other one.'

And, with that, she's gone. Resuming her early-morning fitness jog and leaving me with a bad taste in my mouth...

...the taste of her running sneakers!


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