Basement Corridor Footslave

I am dutifully lickshining a customer-mistress’s heavy, black leather biker boots:

I very much keep to the job in mouth – as befits a humble and diligent, public footservant:

I refuse to be distracted by sock…

…sexy though it is, being the plain, black bootsock of a beautiful, young woman:

Looking nonchalantly down at me:

A mocking master-sir is next to utilise my footcleaning services:

He asks me how I like having to kiss his manly foot?

 

I humbly reply that I don’t like it, but simultaneously assure the master-sir that it is nevertheless an honour for me to worship his feet, since he is a much better man than I am, being a free male. The master sir laughs at me:

He then mockingly asks me what has been the highlight of my day? Was it the sight and taste of the young woman’s black leather biker-boots who had preceded him? (He must have been watching me!)
I think back on my humble, footkissing day thus far, and recall a beautiful, young, blonde woman with scrunched-up, black socks and shiny, black, slip-on shoes:


I explained to the curious master-sir that the young blonde woman’s socks had been the highlight of my day, as I was very much an admirer of girls’ socks – especially when they are creased and uneven, and close enough for me to count the stitches whilst the young woman wearing the socks inside her shoes on her feet is smirking down at me:

On hearing this, the master-sir just smirked at me himself, and ordered me to kiss his other foot:
Truly I am the public footservant of all who pass my way in the basement corridor!

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