Smirking

Regular customer-mistress Ms Angelica Madam loves making me kiss her office shoes all over, from the buckles on the front, to the leather on the sides and the soles. And she always has a supercilious smirk on her face whilst she thus humiliates me. Even her office tights crease up with laughter at me as she manoeuvres her foot around my face.

Afterwards, she crouches down to ask me to my face how I had liked it – having to lick a bright and intelligent, young woman’s shoes at her behest? I, of course, politely respond that I had liked it, but not very much, if she would be so kind and understanding to a helpless footslave at her mercy? I go on to explain that’s because her shoes taste foul, if she would be kind and forgiving towards me? (needless to say, she wants to hear that her shoes taste foul – otherwise there would be no point in her imposing them upon my mouth!)

She walks away from me in triumph and, even though I can no longer observe her pretty face, you can bet it’s still smirking. And rightly so!







































Other points to note about this scene:
  •          The slave is totally helpless and must take whatever the customer-mistress decides to dish out to him. He really is naught but a humble head. He doesn't even have a name!
  •          After she has finished humiliating him, the customer is free to walk away from him and leave him to rot. She doesn't care about him - and nor should she. For she is better than him, being free and female.
  •          The slave can’t go anywhere. He is permanently confined in his hole on the town square – at feet level; down in the dirt, and at the mercy of all and sundry.

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