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Jingle Bells

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During the festive season, I am mockingly decorated by the local municipal authorities with tinsel, baubles and mistletoe under which I must kiss my customers’ feet. Here you see two of my esteemed regular customers – Ms Mukta madam and her magnificent husband, master Simon sir – merrily mocking me on Boxing Day. Ms Mukta is asking me when I plan on taking down my Xmas decorations, and jovially enquires as to exactly how I plan to do so, given that I am permanently immured up to my neck in concrete wall? Will Santa’s little elves be assisting me, perchance? I thank Ms Mukta madam for her kind questions and humbly inform her that I will indeed require assistance in removing my decorations, in all likelihood from the same municipal authorities that put them up, begging her female pardon and understanding madam? She laughs out loud at me and then, as I continue to stare most humbly at her feet, goes on to enquire whether my decorative bells tinkle whenever I lower my lips to my cust...
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Ending The Day With A Bow

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It’s always nice to end the day with a bow whilst kissing the shoe and admiring the sock of another one of my betters! A young woman has me kiss her smart, black, patent leather SHOES late at night and in the presence of her manly husband She looks down upon me... ...as I humbly lip her SHOELEATHER! I can observe her husband's shoes and socks in the distance But, for now at least, I must focus on female  SHOELEATHER and SOCK! I make sure my lips respectfully brush against the customer-mistress's white cotton SOCK... ...as I study the SCUFFMARKS on her SHOES! The master-sir is wearing WHITE SOCKS also (well, white-ish!) 'Kiss my wife's feet very well, slave!' he commands me. The master-sir is, quite rightly, very protective of his beloved wife's FEET and FOOTWEAR He watches me like a hawk, as I do what he would never  demean himself by doing i.e. kiss his wife's dirty, scuffmarked SHOES! 'Look up at the little black bow at the top of my wife's SOCK an...
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Decorated Whip

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As it’s Xmas, my master and mistress have decorated their WHIP with some tinsel. I expect it still STINGS mightily, though? So better to carry on kiss-respecting my master and mistress’s FEET whilst they relax on their sofa high above me! My mistress Mukta likes to decorate her home at Xmas... ...including her WHIP! I still fear the WHIP, however, and make it my humble business to constantly kiss her feet, as per usual! I make sure to kiss the master's feet too... ...in order to demonstrate my continuous, slavish respect for my owners' FEET and FOOTWEAR! Better to KISS SOCK, than FEEL WHIP! I humbly study the STITCHING in my mistress's WHITE SOCKS... ...as I respectfully kiss them! Her SOCKS are my gods And Ms Mukta madam is my GODDESS ! My master-sir too is my god And I worship their WHIP!
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Like Any Other Day

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For me, as a public humble-head slave, Xmas Day is pretty much like any other day – boots and shoes to kiss or lick; socks to study and admire; some familiar; some belonging to strangers. A public footslave’s work is never done, and it's good of my customers to take time out of their busy Xmas schedules to come and visit me in orer to have their feet kiss-respected! Even on Xmas Day, I face a queue of customers Many of them are on their phones And many of them are wearing warm, winter footwear Right now, I am having to kiss the sheepskin, furry BOOTS of a superb stranger-mistress Behind her, waiting patiently, are the RED SNEAKERS and WHITE LEGWARMERS of my next customer Another stranger, I believe (I never forget a pretty pair of LEGWARMERS!) Or TATTOOED LEGS! I'm afraid I rarely get to see my customers' faces, unless they crouch down to mock me... ...as regular customer Ms Mukta often does! Though I'd recognise her from her BOOTS and SOCKS anyway! I can't even ...
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