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Precious Presence

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Regular customer and local goddess-mistress, Ms Kadal madam, pays an all-too fleeting visit to my confined face, thereby honouring me with her precious BOOT and SOCK presence. I recognise, from the corner of my footslave eye, the approaching BOOTS and SOCKS of local goddess Ms Kadal madam She stops directly in front of my face and mocks me, by asking me if I would like to kiss-worship her BOOTS? It's a rhetorical question, of course, because we both know I am ultra-eager to do so, since I'm just a slave! I can sense divine Ms Kadal madam looking down upon me with a mixture of contempt and pity... ...for I am such a lowly creature at her BOOTS! Even her SOCKS are higher than me! She deftly switches her BOOTED FEET in front of my face... ...whilst continuing to despise me... ...as well she might! But, for a helpless public footslave like me, it is better to KISS BOOT than INVOKE WRATH! BOOTS, or a BEATING! Being a WEED, I opt for kissing her BOOTS! She tarries for a few minutes....
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Relishing Her TOTAL POWER Over Me

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Regular customer to my shoelick stand, Ms Kadal madam, relishes lording it over me and having me in her female power as she sits above me: ‘Clean my boots, slavey!’ ‘Yes, Ms Kadal madam. At once, Ms Kadal madam. Please don’t whip me, miss?’ She looks down on me with a mixture of contempt and amusement as I obediently and slavishly start to lickshine her brown leather ankleboots. ‘Look up at my sock while you’re licking my boot, slavey!’ ‘Yes, Ms Kadal madam. Your sock is fabulous, miss, like you, miss. Truly, it is a privilege for the likes of lowly me to be so close to your sock whilst I am tasting where you have been, goddess-mistress Ms Kadal madam.’ Meanwhile, a real man walks past us. I can sense he is laughing at me in my utter powerlessness in front of my pretty customer-mistress’s BOOTS and SOCKS! I’m just an Asian girl’s pathetic BOOT and SOCK slavey!  ‘Clean my boots, slavey!’ ‘Yes, Ms Kadal madam. At once, Ms Kadal madam. Please don’t whip me, miss?’ I set ab...
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Whips Collector

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Some men collect watches. Some men collect stamps. And, in the Gynarchy of Barbaria, some men collect WHIPS! My master George sir is one such 'whips collector'. He makes sure to keep his WHIPS in good condition - supple and well-oiled. And his whips aren't just for show - he keeps me, his 'whip slave', so that he can demonstrate his skill and dexterity with the WHIP to all his friends. Here you see me desperately kissing my master George sir's feet beneath one of his freshly-oiled WHIPS! Desperately kissing my master George sir's feet beneath his freshly-oiled WHIP! My lowly lips are perilously close to his SHOE BUCKLE... ...and my eyes are close to his SOCK! It's humiliating for me... ...but much better than experiencing, yet again, the BITING STING of a freshly-oiled WHIP! I would rather kiss master George sir's feet a million times... ...than receive yet more STINGING STRIPES on my already, well-striped BACK! The WHIP! Oh how I fear my master'...
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