The Footslave-Flirt
I am the property of mistress Mary and master Robert. They are a happily married couple, who supplement their income by hiring me out during the day (whilst they are both at work) to the Female State as a public footslave. I lick clean female boots, shoes and sandals in the local town square, and in return the State pays my master and mistress a fixed, monthly fee (the service is completely free to my actual customers, of course). In the evenings I am ‘free’ again to serve as my mistress Mary’s personal footslave. It’s a win-win situation – for my master and mistress. It is my mistress Mary who normally releases me from my cell in the basement of her marital home every morning. Today is no exception. It is 06:00 A.M and I am awoken by the sound of my mistress’s keys jangling in my basement-cell door. My accommodation is in fact more of a hole than a cell – just enough room for me to crawl into it backwards each night and to lie down on my stomach. As my mistress Mary releases the low-l