Barking

Mistress Karen madam is one of the few restroom customer-mistresses who will actually address the ornamental footkisser by barking down her orders at him:

‘Slave, kiss my boots and DON’T look up at my socks!’

Of course, the dumb ornamental footkisser is unable to answer her back, and can only acknowledge her order by instantly obeying it. It’s a shame, because he would dearly loveto study Ms Karen madam’s creased, blue bootsocks whilst he is kiss-respecting her black leather boot-toes, for they are the socks of a goddess. And you could, perhaps, argue that if she doesn’t want her socks admired she shouldn’t wear her trousers above the ankles!

But, it goes without saying, the ornamental footkisser could never think that. It is not his humble place to query a mistress’s dress style – or her motives. And so the fool blindly, or rather mutely, obeys his beautiful customer’s wishes – and kisses her boots without looking up at her socks. Much to her immense, smug self-satisfaction!


















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