Footblock

I’ve managed to locate the images of the firstcustomer-mistress to ever use me after the Gynarchy authorities decided to place a wooden footblock-crate beneath my futile face. They considered that it would be much more humbling for me to have to kiss (or lick) the arrogantly outstretched and raised feet of my betters, than it would be to merely kiss their outstretched feet on the dirty ground.

What do you think?

At least it avoids any confusion, for, in the past I sometimes mistook a foot on the ground as being presented to me for kissing, when the mistress or master was actually just standing next to me enjoying their cigarette, with no need or desire to have their feet kissed. I was severely punished many times for making such a mistake. Now I know that a foot resting on the block is intended for kissing – or licking if I am specifically ordered to lick. So my instructions are much clearer than they were before!


Plus, I think my customers look even more cool whilst they are having their dirty footwear attended to?





















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