A Caged Footslave’s Xmas Treat

Regular customer-mistress Sally is dolled up to the nines in her Xmas party gear, and on her way out for a night of sexy, partying fun with her magnificent, manly boyfriend, master Suleiman sir.

But she still finds the time to stop by my dirty back-alleyway in order to mock and humiliate me:

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She tells me that, ‘because I have been such a good and diligent footslave over the past year, she is going to give me a nice little present!’

That ‘present’, it turns out (much to the master-sir’s amusement), is for me to have a sniff of one of her stinky, grey bootsocks – while she is still wearing it on her dainty foot!

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I sniff vigorously on the proffered sock, for this is indeed a real and unexpected treat – the warm, sweaty bootsock of a Xmas-party girl; in my face; and in front of her boyfriend!

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This is my close-up view of the stinky, grey sock – through the bars. You can clearly see the sweat marks beneath the toe area!

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Observe also the mocking, Christmas faces of my betters as I voraciously sniff on Xmas-party-girl, stinky grey sock:

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Perhaps inevitably, there is a price to pay for all this Xmas frivolity – and the mistress Sally madam subsequently requires me to lick the dirty sole of her boyfriend’s shoe, by way of thanking him for letting me smell his girlfriend’s intimate sock in front of him:

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But it was a price worth paying for my surprise Xmas present!

And so I make a particular point of gratefully kissing the platformed toe of miss Sally’s shiny-red, Xmas boot, when she presents it to me through the rusty bars of my ignominious head-cage:

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I now know there is sweaty, grey sock deep inside it – for I have sniffed its sister sock on her right foot!

 

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