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Familiar Footsteps

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A familiar pair of LEGS and FEET step up onto the podium of the Shoelick Chair in front of me - those of regular customer Ms Mukta madam - though she appears to be wearing a brand new pair of SNEAKERS (albeit with her same WHITE SOCKS). She takes up her seat of POWER above me and haughtily barks her orders down at me, as is her wont: 'Lickshine my new SNEAKERS, footslavey, and make sure you get all the gunk and grime off them... And look only at my SOCK, slavey! ' 'Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress Mukta madam.' To be honest, her new SNEAKERS don't look 'grimy' at all. But she's probably still in that 'perfectionist' stage when a lady buys new SHOES - wanting them to retain their pristine lustre? In any case, mine is not to question, but to obey. Later, she angrily reminds me to focus my lowly eyes on her SOCK! Familar footsteps make their way up onto the podium in front of me, though the SNEAKERS appear to be new? Sure enough, it is the ...

Sharing His Office Footrest

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My office master-sir has taken off one of his SHOES and SOCKS and is using my upturned face as a sweaty footrest, when a female colleague comes over to ask his advice about something (funnily enough, the office women are forever approaching my handsome master sir for advice!) and he kindly and selflessly invites her to follow his lead and to kick off her shoe in order to use my face as a footrest whilst she is talking with him! Needless to say, she will do anything to please her handsome boss and happily takes him up on his kind offer of the use of my footrest-face! Do you think she’s secretly hoping that some of his manly footsweat will rub off my face and merge with her sweet feminine footsweat? My office master-sir is hard at work on his computer... ...whilst resting his sweaty, BARE FOOT on top of my upturned face All I can see, and smell, is his FOOTSKIN... ...though I am aware of his HAIRY TOES wriggling on my forehead! Of course, in addition to the aroma of BARE MAN FOOT, I...

Paltry Privilege

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Another stranger, a young woman this time, walks up to my face and immediately starts to mock me. She explains that she had just watched me kiss-respecting ‘that handsome man’s shoes’ and she asks me if I 'didn’t feel shame, as an ugly old man, at having to kiss a much better man’s feet?' I look at the mocking mistress-madam’s esteemed stranger SOCKS as I respectfully reply that, begging her pardon and forgiveness, it is my duty, miss, to kiss the feet of all who stop by me, including her feet, miss, if she would be so kind and understanding miss? She kindly takes the hint and gleefully stretches forth her right, SANDALLED and SOCKED foot to within reach of my lowly lips! I must listen to a beautiful stranger's mockery of me as she points out my lack of manhood in kissing another man's FEET! She then listens sneeringly as I respond most politely and obsequiously to her caustic comment... ...explaining to her SOCKS that it is my public DUTY to kiss everyone's ...

Equally Appreciative

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Although I am always in awe of my regular customers’ SOCKS, especially those of my female customers, I am equally appreciative (as I am required to be by Law) of strangers’ SOCKS, including those of male customers who kindly take the time to stop by me and have their manly feet kissed! A magnificent master-sir strides purposefully towards me The stranger stops in front of my face, giving me a very close-up and personal view of his footwear... ...including his SOCKS! Or, at least, a glimpse of them! But enough to establish the hue and texture of the MANSOCKS! I can even make out the individual lines of STITCHING in the stranger master-sir's SOCKS Then his musty-smelling and musty-tasting SHOE is shoved unceremoniously onto my menial mouth! I must kiss it And the other one The stranger says nothing as I pay humble homage to his FEET and FOOTWEAR He simply looks down upon me... ...as he repeatedly switches his FEET on my mouth! Then he turns his back on me and walks away... ...co...

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