Strange Requests

As my customers have absolute power and authority over me - a power backed up by the whip – I must accede to even the strangest of their requests.

Take regular customer-mistress miss Sushmita madam – she will spend many a happy hour seated on the public shoelick throne of power high above me having her boots rubbed. Yes, that’s right, her boots rubbed, whilst she is still wearing them on her pretty feet!

Now, I have massaged many a bare foot – or even a socked foot – in my time, but goddess-mistress Sushmita madam is the only customer I have ever known who gets a kick out of having her booted feet massaged!


Still, it’s not my place to question why – or even to question. My role is to obey my customers, whatever their demands, and to seek to please them. And so I dutifully rub miss Sushmita’s boots until such time as she orders me to stop, all the while admiring her white socktops underneath her skinny jean hems, though with one eye focused fearfully on the whip in her delicate left hand!

































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