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New Neighbour

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My mistress and master have a new neighbour, master Peter sir – a brute of a man, who really enjoys humiliating slaves but who doesn’t have a slave of his own. My master and mistress therefore kindly let him use me in the wonky stocks in their neighbouring back garden, with my mistress Mukta madam particularly keen to invite master Peter sir round on a regular basis for a feetkissing by me. I think she delights in seeing the older and fatter man using me to have his hairy toes kiss-respected (master Peter sir seems to nearly always wear sandals) plus it gives her an excuse to WHIP me if my lowly lips should baulk at the menial task in mouth! Master Peter sir’s toes invariably smell cheesy, but I remain mindful of my mistress’s WHIP hovering behind me! My mistress Mukta ensures that I kiss-respect the FEET of her new neighbour, master Peter sir... ...a MUCH better man than me! I somewhat gingerly embrace his TOE-HAIRS with my lowly lips... ...mindful of the WHIP hovering behind me! Ma...

Fruits Of His Hard Labour

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Mistress Maria and her handsome beau like to visit the quarry where their slave toils day and night in order to keep them in the comfortable lifestyle to which they have become accustomed. At such times the taskmaster ensures the slave shows appropriate respect for his visiting masters by kissing their feet! Mistress Maria and her beau like to visit the quarry in order to laugh at their workslave... ...the fruits of whose hard labour keep them in the opulence to which they are accustomed! Day and night the old slave must toil in the quarry under the WHIP... ...expertly wielded by his burly and unforgiving taskmaster-sir! What a pitiful sight the old slaveman makes. No wonder his BETTERS are laughing at him! 'Kiss the FEET of thy masters, slave!' barks the burly taskmaster-sir. 'And praise them for visiting thee!' The slave, as always, obeys: 'Oh pray, master sir. God bless you, master sir. Thank you for visiting me, sir?' The slave's master-sir (his mistre...

My Humble Lot

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It’s not the most salubrious of surroundings in which to be a public footslave – a dingy, backstreet courtyard – and my customers are, predictably, dressed to match. I therefore spend my days and nights tongue-attending to scruffy sneakers, boots and socks, rather than glamorous high-heels and nylon stockings! But public footslaves can’t be choosers, and this is my humble lot. I must simply suck it up, along with my customers’ BOOT and SHOE DIRT! Not exactly the most glamorous of settings in which to be a public footslave But that doesn't mean that my pretty customer-mistress is any less deserving of my respect - especially as she is a smoker! Her footwear lacks feminine glamour also... ...but again is worthy of my utmost, slavish respect as I do my best to lickshine it... ...beneath her plain, black SOCKS! This is my humble lot! This is my lowly destiny... ...to lickshine the BOOTS and SHOES of my BETTERS in this dark and dingy alleyway! I must accept my humble lot with good gra...

All I Know

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Of course, I have no way of knowing anything about my customer-mistresses or their busy, superior lives when they emerge triumphantly from the public restroom outside which I am permanently based. All I do know, and all they know about me too, is that I am obliged, by Law, to silently kiss-respect their feet as soon as they are presented to me, and to worshipfully study their SOCKS – as befits a public sock-slavey! Kissing SHOES and admiring SOCKS – the SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS – is all I know, and all I need to know! Another potential customer-mistress emerges triumphantly from the ladies' restroom She surveys me, debating within herself whether to do me the honour of using me Being a (presumably) kind and sweet-hearted young woman, she elects to use me... ... looking down upon me with the usual contempt my esteemed customers invariably hold me in For my humble part, all I know is that I am now obliged, by Law, to kiss-respect her SHOES and visually admire her SOCKS Indeed...

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