Meet & Greet Feet


His job (and it is truly a lowly one) is to kiss-greet the feet of his betters as they enter or leave the pub. He’s really nothing more than a dumb ornamental footkisser. But, unlike many of his ilk, he is permitted to kiss his customers’ socks, as well as their shoes or boots, and so he is, at least in that humble regard, a privileged footslave.

It’s a serious and delicate business, though – kissing the socks of a bright and beautiful, young woman in the presence of her manly boyfriend. His sock-kisses must, therefore, be non-lascivious and respectful, as befits the behaviour of a lowly, down-in-the-dirt footservant. 

Afterwards the master-sir can be overheard asking his girlfriend if she is satisfied with the slave’s performance on her shoes and socks? Luckily for the slave, she confirms that she is, though she also makes the comment that she thought the slave could have kissed her socks a bit more fervently than he had done! The master-sir laughs and promises his pretty girlfriend he will make damn sure the slave kisses her socks with proper enthusiasm and gusto later on when they are leaving the pub.

As he watches her plain, grey anklesocks walk away from him and into the pub, therefore, the slave knows that he shall be making the intimate acquaintance of those socks again later this evening. Something for him to look forward to? Perhaps. Perhaps not. It all depends on how drunk, and therefore potentially violent, the young woman’s boyfriend is by then!

















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