Public Holiday

Today regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam has come to remind me it is a public holiday and to enquire as to what I intend to do with my day off, before she ‘remembers’ that public footslaves don’t get days off, and must work all the time; 24/7, 365 days a year!

She laughs and tells me that she is intending to spend the day playing badminton, and so I might as well give her badminton sneakers a ‘quick lick and a shine’. I thank her kindly for the opportunity to taste her badminton shoes and begin to lick the first, proffered (nominally white) canvas sneaker.

As I simultaneously study the weave in Ms Mukta madam’s white badminton sock, I ponder what it must be like to have a day off; to have ‘leisure time’, and to be able to do whatever one wants and go wherever one pleases. It’s a bizarre concept – for a slave. And as Ms Mukta turns her merry back on me and heads off to meet up with her badminton friends, I find myself looking at the backs of her dirty sneakers and actually wishing she would stay longer, so that I could work harder and longer on them with my tongue, and do a better job of cleaning them. Since that’s all I’m good for – cleaning shoes.

But Ms Mukta madam has much better things to do with her free time than to hang around in dingy alleyways having her shoes lickshined by a loser-slave like me. She has a badminton tournament to win!

















Popular posts from this blog

Between The Toes

Image
A Gynarchy slave must wash his magnificent master’s bare feet whilst his master’s equally magnificent girlfriend watches on in her sneakers and socks. The old slave man has already removed his magnificent master-sir's shoes and socks from his feet... ...and must now hand-wash the master's feet in the presence of the master's pretty girlfriend... ...with his humble, slave head right next to the young woman's sneakers and socks! Oh how the slave must be yearning  to remove those female shoes and socks and wash the soft, feminine feet that were within them? But instead it is manly  feet that he must touch and wash... ...sweaty and hairy, male feet! 'Make sure you clean in between the toes, slave!' barks the master-sir down at him 'Get out all the grime and dirt from between my toes. Remove the toejam, slave!' The master's pretty girlfriend giggles How she despises the slave kneeling at her boyfriend's feet! Her own sneakered and socked foot, meanwhi...
Read more

My Job

Image
‘Slave, fetch a basin of warm water. You’re going to wash my feet!’ ‘Yes, mistress Jean madam. At once, mistress Jean madam.’ When I return to the living room with the basin, my mistress Jean madam is sitting on the couch having removed her coat, but not her shoes and socks. That’s my job! ‘Massage my socks before you take them off, slave!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress Jean madam.’ I was expecting this. My mistress Jean often has me massage her sweaty-socked feet before washing them!  ‘Slave, fetch a basin of warm water. You’re going to wash my feet!’ ‘Massage my socks before you take them off, slave!’ I perform my demeaning task of gently massaging my mistress's sweaty-socked feet The socks feel, and smell, moist 'Don't touch my bare ankles while you're massaging my socks, slave, and look only at the socks!' 'Yes, mistress Jean madam. I hear and obey you, mistress Jean madam.' I focus on her sweaty sock... ...as I knead it with my ...
Read more