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Keeping Me On Their Toes

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Ms Courtney madam has some pertinent questions for my mistress Mukta as I kiss-respect her SNEAKERS in the back passageway leading up to my mistress’s home: ‘How often do you take him out of his hole and WHIP him, Mukta?’ ‘As often as takes my fancy... Simon likes to WHIP him too, so, all in all, he gets WHIPPED a lot!’ ‘Haha, cool! I guess that’s what keeps him on our toes?’ ‘You bet! The WHIP soon reminds him of his lowly place – at our FEET!’ ‘How often do you take him out of his hole and WHIP him, Mukta?’ ‘As often as takes my fancy... Simon likes to WHIP him too, so, all in all, he gets WHIPPED a lot!’ My mistress is referring to her magnificent husband, my master Simon sir... ...who is just as adept at the application of the WHIP to my back as his beautiful wife! Ms Courtney madam is perfectly correct - it is indeed the WHIP that keeps me on my betters' TOES... ...albeit mainly through their SHOES and SOCKS... ...since I am an outdoor  footslave! Yes, SNEAKERS and SOC...

Avoiding My Master's Wrath

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Master watches intently as I kiss-respect his pretty girlfriend’s FEET. I know I must kiss them very well, or incur my master-sir’s manly WRATH! Kissing my master's girlfriend's FEET very well, in an effort to avoid his WRATH! My magnificent master-sir has a quick temper... ...and his WHIP is never far from my menial mind, or my BACK! I kiss his pretty girlfriend's outstretched FOOT on her ANKLE SUPPORT She's a semi-professional BOXER! Of course, my lowly, trembling lips have often kissed my own MASTER'S FEET on many an ignominious occasion! Particularly his HAIRY TOES! But, right now, my pathetic priority is to be pleasing to his GIRLFRIEND'S FEET... ...though I dare not mouth-touch her prettily-pedicured TOES! Better to err on the side of caution, I think... ...bearing in mind my master's WHIP! I can, of course, think worshipful thoughts about the mistress's TOES But my lips must focus on her ANKLE COVERING! Better to err on the side of caution than p...

Lowly Life Of Fear And Trembling

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My new mistress explains to me, in the privacy of her own boudoir, how my lowly life shall be one of fear and trembling from now on in my humbling capacity as her personal footslave. Standing before me, WHIP in hand, she casually describes how I shall be living the rest of my life permanently on my hands and knees, following her to HEEL everywhere she goes, and that I shall never be permitted to look at, or even think about her, or indeed any of her acquaintances, above the ANKLE. I must kiss her FEET, and those of her acquaintances, upon command, and I shall be responsible for the maintenance and upkeep of all her personal FOOTWEAR, including her SOCKS. Discipline shall be rigidly enforced by means of the WHIP (she has already given me some ‘taster’ STRIPES of her WHIP!) and my slave-demeanour must be one of craven LOWLINESS, FEAR and TREMBLING as I constantly cower beneath her WHIP! She then begins my abject servitude towards her by stretching forth her BOOTED FOOT on the...

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