Long Time, No Foot-See
Tale no. 14 – Long Time, No Foot-See ‘I was licking and kissing female feet and shoes the other day, as per usual, at my public footslave stand in the Arrivals Hall of the main international airport, when a very slim and attractive young woman in her early to mid forties presented her freshly-tanned right foot – clad in a white, slip-on, canvas deck shoe – onto the wooden footblock directly beneath my kneeling face for kissing. Nothing unusual in that – until the owner of the foot suddenly asked me if I recognised the taste and feel of her foot on my lips. Worryingly, I had to confess to the superior female that I didn’t. I was worried because the implication of the young woman’s question was that I should recognise her foot. I needn’t have worried, however, for the young woman – far from being offended – just laughed at me, and then enlightened me as to who she was. She explained that she was my former mistress – mistress Nicola – who had purchased me at auction some 25 years ago, an