Footmistress Finishing-School

It’s a somewhat complicated situation, but allow me to explain:

My main mistress – 35 year old, exotic mixed-race (part Italian/part Indonesian) mistress Llaria – makes her living by hiring me out as a temporary, ornamental footkisser to various institutions; offices; banks; colleges; libraries; tourist attractions, and the like (whilst their permanent footkissers are recovering from illness or whippings etc.).

However, of late she is doing a favour for one of her friends – miss Jane – who runs a finishing school in the Gynarchy for young ladies, teaching them proper, mistressly deportment (for not all young women, believe it or not, make for natural mistresses over the enslaved male; some need to be taught how to have their feet kissed!)

It is a nice posting for me, since all the female pupils in the mistress-finishing school are in their early twenties, and I therefore get to kiss fresh-faced feet day in and day out – though it is exhausting work, since the highly popular school has over 500 full-time trainee-mistresses!

Headmistress-mistress Jane – a slightly plump, young white woman of a similar age to my mistress Llaria, who always wears her mousey-coloured hair tied up in a tight bun, and a matronly, tweed, knee-length skirt with navy-blue courts and tan-nylon stockings, as befits a youngish headmistress of a finishing school – has installed me in one of the classrooms as a dumb and fully rubber-masked, anonymous, ornamental footkisser. Thus I am not allowed to converse with the trainee-footmistresses of the finishing school, or interact with them in any other way, other than to kiss their feet – even lickshining their dirty shoes or boots is forbidden to me; it’s just not part of my remit (and, in any case, I lack such footslave-skills, being just a ‘dumbass footkisser’, as my main mistress Llaria puts it when she advertises my services on the Internet!)

Thus, all day long a succession of twenty-something, trainee footmistresses are paraded before me, and shown by headmistress Jane how to deport themselves properly when having their feet kissed in public by a low-lying, ornamental footkisser. I am secured inside the inner wall of the footkissing-classroom with just my rubbery-masked head projecting outwards – ready to kiss feet; the only openings in the mask are for my eyes, nose and mouth; my eyes, so that I can see the young-female footwear I am kissing; my nose so that I can smell the young-female footwear I am kissing; my mouth so that I can feel and taste the young-female footwear that I am kissing.

My ears are sealed up since I have no need to hear the young ladies’ footwear as it creases beneath my ornamental-rubbery face! Moreover, it is not necessary for me to hear what headmistress Jane is saying to the trainee-footmistresses above me, or even to receive verbal orders from my young, female betters, since it is perfectly obvious what I am for – I’m just an ornamental footkisser – a piece of dumb, human furniture! You stretch forward your dainty, feminine foot beneath my prostrate face, and I automatically kiss it!

Here is a quick snapshot of just some of the typical feet that I have to kiss on any given day in the footmistress finishing school:

· My humble day begins by being presented with the somewhat diffident feet of one of the footmistress ‘freshers’ – a tall and lithesome, black-bespectacled, black girl with quite large feet which are clad only in a pair of low-heeled, black suede courts beneath the hems of her black cotton trousers. It is a real honour and a privilege for my unworthy, maleslave lips to begin their working day by kissing such fresh, bare, black footskin, but the owner of the feet must either be ticklish, or just charmingly shy, as the right foot is much too swiftly withdrawn from my lips after the first kiss.

I imagine that headmistress Jane (whose navy-blue courts and tan-nylon stockings accompany the young, black lady) is now remonstrating with her, and exhorting her to let her foot tarry a bit beneath my face, that I may kiss it more than once (though, as I have already explained, I can’t actually hear a thing, due to the thick, black rubber encasement over my ears!) as the same, broad, right foot in its low-heeled, black suede court is subsequently positioned once again below my lips, and once again my humble, rubbery head is obliged to bob up and down upon it! This time, the black foot remains stationary, and my lips are able to repeatedly, but respectfully, descend upon the soft, black-female footskin just above the rounded toe-area of the black, suede shoe – again and again!

The tall, athletically-built, but demure, young, black lady is certainly learning fast under the tutelage of finishing-school headmistress Jane, for her sensitive, black toe-cleavage is clearly getting used to the feel of male-footslave lips on its ticklish, black surface.

After some dozen kisses to the initially diffident, black-girl footflesh on the right foot, it is replaced by a now much more confident left foot beneath my rubbery face – even to the extent that the left, black cotton trouser-hem is hitched up an inch or so in order to expose more of the charming, young black lady’s bare, black ankleskin to my kissing lips!

She’s really finding her young-mistressly feet now – and they do say that, once a mistress finds her feet, she never looks back; only downwards at her footkissing slave (in this case, through her black-rimmed spectacles!). So I am truly honoured to have achieved something so valuable, so early on in the morning – the deflowering of a demure, bespectacled, black foot-virgin, as it were! (I’ll bet she’s had sex before now; but this was definitely her first time having her feet kissed!)

· The next young mistress to take a stand before me is somewhat more advanced in her footmistress deportment. I recognise her short skirt, her purple, high-top, converse sneakers, and her grey and black patterned anklesocks inside them; for this particular, oriental girl always wears her purple, canvas high-tops stylishly unlaced so that the uppers are quite open and I can easily see down inside them from my humble, prostrate position, and I have definitely kissed these Asian-girl sneakers before!

I’m assuming she is Chinese, because part of the grey-patterning in the socks consists of the words ‘Superior Chinese Mistress’ written on the sides in Cantonese 高级中国情妇 (or ‘Gāojí zhōngguó qíngfù’ if, unlike me, you don’t read Chinese!)

I do wish I was free to converse with this young woman, for I would love to be able to practise my Cantonese, but, as I explained before, I’m just a dumb, ornamental footkisser – restricted to kissing her on the converse!

Headmistress plain Jane must be explaining to the young, oriental lady in English how to stand gracefully with her hands on both hips whilst having her feet kissed in public, for that is the dominant pose the young, converse-sneakered, Chinese woman is now adopting above me.

Talk about striking a pose – I’m guessing from the flash of light above me that headmistress Jane is even taking a photograph of the Chinese girl’s posture whilst I am kissing her rubbery-white, converse sneaker-toes – for educational purposes, of course (not just so that the Chinese girl can post the picture on her social networking site for all her friends and family back in Hong Kong to see and enjoy!)

Surely not?

Someday soon, hopefully, this young, besneakered, oriental woman will progress to lessons in how to have her bare-socked feet kissed, for I would dearly love to get my lips on those grey and black patterned, ‘Superior Chinese Mistress’ socks!

· Next up are the clunky-looking, single-strapped, chunky-heeled and round-toed, black leather mary-janes and black socks beneath plain, black trouser-hems of the greasy-haired and somewhat weaselly-looking, white student-mistress with the pockmarked face (I only get to see the girls’ faces when they are invited to crouch down and inspect me by headmistress Jane on their first day in the college – a way of reassuring them that I won’t bite!)

Not the most prepossessing of young mistresses, but, being in her early twenties, nonetheless a young woman in her physical prime, and therefore still attractive to the lowly, female-admiring, rubber-masked, male footslave.

Indeed, if anything I probably show more respect for plainer-looking mistresses (such as headmistress Jane, for example) than for their beauty-queen counterparts, since their very ordinariness is a reminder to me of my utter inferiority to the female sex, since a young, or even a youngish, woman doesn’t have to be beautiful to be my better!

And so I look forward to kissing the ferret-faced, greasy-haired, pockmarked white mistress’s presumably greasy feet inside her exposed, black socks beneath the strap of her clunky, black leather, mary-jane shoe.

I’m merely assuming her feet are greasy and unkempt like the rest of her, but it’s an educated guess given that the black sock on the right foot is quite bobbled and creased inside her shoe – like she just doesn’t care!

You might be thinking that headmistress Jane would quietly disapprove of such slovenliness in a female pupil at her footmistress finishing-school, but I think you’re probably wrong. I suspect that, on the contrary, headmistress Jane probably encourages such untidiness, since it is all the more humiliating for the college footslave to have to kiss unkempt, female footwear than it is to kiss kempt and tidy footwear! And besides, being rather plain and matronly herself, I suspect mistress Jane has a soft spot for her plainer-looking pupils like the young, greasy-haired woman now standing before me in the clunky mary-janes!

I certainly do – and that is the soft spots on her bobbled, black socks, which I kiss with footslavish awe and wonderment as the petite and flat-chested young, greasy-haired and pimple-faced woman towers dominantly above me! Even though she’s now in her early twenties I expect that, unlike her earlier, black counterpart, she’s never been kissed – except, of course, on her shoes and socks; by me!

What an inestimable honour for a down-in-the-dirt, anonymous temp-footkisser!

· You’d expect to see a lot of ballet-flats in my humble position, and I do indeed see a lot of ballet-flats in my humble position!

The first pair up before my beak this morning are the charmingly pirouetting pair of red leather ballet flats-and white anklesocks beneath grey cotton leggings of the Romanian girl, miss Nadia. Or, at least, I like to think that she is called miss Nadia, and that she is Romanian – possibly even of Romanian gypsy origins – because of her jet-black hair and deliciously swarthy complexion; but, of course, being unable to hear a thing, I have no idea what sort of accent she may have, or what her actual name is!

The truly sad thing is that she must be nearing the end of her course in the footmistress finishing-school, for her red ballet-flated and white socked feet almost ‘dance’ beneath my face as she presents them to me for kissing. She is a real expert now when it comes to having her feet kissed, and I expect headmistress Jane is applauding her for her excellent, young-footmistressly deportment – one of her star pupils, and a credit to her own headmistressly skills!

For my part I shall miss these musty-smelling, red leather ballet-flats – and their accompanying, white socks even more so, since miss ‘Nadia’ always allows her full-length anklesocks to pleasingly crease around her shapely, East-European anklebones as my lips descend towards their soft, white cotton surfaces in my repeated, humble gestures of male-footslavish respect.

Mistress ‘Nadia’ is now totally confident in having her socks kissed, though I remember how, in the early stages of her training, she much preferred me to focus my unworthy lips on her red, ballet-flat toes. How much progress she has made – like I said, a credit to her headmistress!

The possibly-Romanian girl pirouettes away from me for the last time, without so much as a by your leave (but, then again, how can she say goodbye to a dumb, rubbery-masked, footkissing object who can’t answer back?)

And besides, she’s a gypsy girl (I think!) – always moving on to pastures, and footkissers, new. I hope she has a nice, itinerant life!

· Ok, so the big surprise of the morning – a most pleasant one – is when I spy, with my little footslave-eye, the familiar, brown-tanned feet and pointy-toed, flat-heeled, black leather shoes of my main-mistress Llaria, she of the exotic, Italian/Indonesian ancestry!

At first my heart sinks, along with my lips, onto her outstretched footwear beneath her navy-blue trouser-hem, as I fear she may have come to take me away from this holy place devoted to the kissing of beautiful, young-womanly feet and footwear – I am, after all, only a temp-footslave, earning my main mistress Llaria her living by temping on her behalf, and at venues of her mistressly choosing!

But I soon sense that this is just an inspection on her part, and a consultation with her friend – the finishing school’s headmistress, mistress Jane – as to how I am getting on. Am I performing satisfactorily? Are the girls taking to me? Am I showing them sufficient footslavish respect, and helping to ease them into the path of mistresshood? Or would mistress Jane like me to be withdrawn and whipped?

I kiss my mistress Llaria’s feet with the same devotion and vigour I do all the younger mistresses’ feet, for, I must say, it is quite nice to kiss the feet of a slightly older, thirty-something woman for a change! Headmistress Jane, curiously, prefers not to have her feet kissed by me – selflessly devoting my lips exclusively to her pupils’ feet and footwear – and I’d forgotten just how nice it can be to feel that slightly rougher, female skin on one’s lips – the skin of a lived-in foot (and, believe me, my mistress Llaria has lived life to the full – she’s on her third husband even though she’s only in her mid thirties!)

It seems I have passed muster and am to be permitted to stay for at least the rest of the college term, for I sense my two mistresses shaking hands above me before they embrace and turn their approaching-middle-age heels on me.

I’m gladdened – not that their thirty-something feet are temporarily leaving me (I never like it when female feet walk away from me!), but that I can stay here in this wonderful place! For there is much worthwhile work to be done here – many young ladies to school in the ways of footmistresshood!

And, even if I say so in all humility, I’m most definitely the footslave-man for the job!