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Pledging My Slavish Obedience

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My mistress Ms Shanice madam is introducing me to her 20-year-old niece, Ms Kelly Ann madam, who is staying with her for a few days on a break from Uni. ‘This is my slave, Kelly Ann darling, and while you are staying here he is your slave too! Beat him and whip him if he displeases you in any way! If there is a smudge on your shoe. If there is an unwanted crease on your sock. If he looks up at you above the ankle! He is yours to do with whatsoever you please, and my WHIP is always at your disposal. You are his master, my dear!’ ‘Thank you, auntie!’ ‘Slave, kiss miss Kelly Ann’s feet and show her the respect she deserves. Welcome her to my home and pledge your slavish obedience to her!’ ‘Yes, mistress Shanice madam. At once, mistress Shanice madam… Oh pray, miss Kelly Ann madam, God bless you, miss Kelly Ann madam, and welcome to my mistress’s abode, miss. I am your slave, miss. Please do beat me if I displease you, miss, for I am at your humble service, miss. Your wish is my c...
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Office Footslave's Frustration

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An office footslave yearns to touch the teasing office-mistress’s sweaty, bare foot, fresh out of her shoe, with his frustrated tongue! So near and yet so far - the sweaty, soft foot of a beautiful, blonde office-mistress! She's mocking him - as is her friend and colleague! The blonde foot has literally just been liberated from its high-heel shoe! The toes are still glistening with delicious SWEAT! But his tortured tongue cannot reach them! The TOES are laughing at him! Wriggling unobtainably just above his face! 'Haha, how are you liking it, slave?... ...Don't you wanna touch my TOES?... ...Aren't they good enough for you?' Meanwhile, her sweaty, discarded shoe rests nearby... ...adding to the vinegary aroma surrounding his confined face! Oh to lick that FOOT! To clean it for the office mistress! He only wants what's best for her - and her FOOT!
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Boundless Respect

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A master-sir uses me late at night. I afford him exactly the same degree of slavish respect as I would any mistress-madam, which is boundless! A master-sir approaches me in the dead of night He stops to look down upon me 'Kiss my feet, boy!' This master-sir knows his own mind and expects to be obeyed by a lowly public footservant! Therefore obedience, and boundless respect, is what he gets! I particularly admire his SOCK... ...peeking out from the top of his BOOT! Likewise, when he switches his booted feet in front of my face, I admire his other SOCK Kissing BOOTS and admiring SOCKS. That's pretty much all I do, day in and day out; night after night! No wonder my customers hold me in contempt! I'm, literally, a piece of garbage at their FEET! The master-sir continues on his manly way, without saying another word to me And rightly so, for other than being ordered and bossed around, I am not worthy of being spoken to I'm just a slave And a sockieboy one, at that!
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