Nothing could be better in this world than serving at my feet. I can do whatever I want without a care, and my lowly little foot slave will silently remain unnoticed. I took off one sock before I got lost in texting with my current fuckboy. Completely distracted and listening to music with soundproof headphones, ignoring every aspect of your existence as you gaze upon the soles of my feet. Your mind wanders imagining what they look like both nude, drawing an exact mirror image of my perfectly bare foot. Maybe I’ll get around to peeling off my other sock. I’m perfectly comfortable leaving you trapped in this limbo. Helplessly ignored as I flirt with boys right in front of you. While my world continues, yours is frozen in the moment until that other sock comes off...