Counselling

The macho master-sir is kindly counselling me on how I am to behave when his wife emerges from the public restroom having ‘powdered her nose’, as he so delicately puts it. He strongly advises me to show her the utmost respect, and to kiss her dirty sneakers with the greatest degree of slavishness and humility that I can muster – whatever fears I may be harbouring about any residual germs that may or may not be lingering on the outer surfaces of her footwear. He counsels me that he will be watching closely to ensure that my kisses to her sneaker-toes are respectful and admiring, and he further advises me to have regard to her socks, and to study and inwardly praise them as I kiss-respect her outer footwear, since they are the socks of his beloved wife, and therefore the most intimate part of her that a public footservant such as myself is permitted, by law, to observe.

He then laughs at me and mocks me, calling me another man’s wife’s footkisser and sock admirer, before his pretty wife eventually emerges from the restroom and casually presents her sneakered feet to me for kiss-respecting.

I must say, it is not difficult to respect and admire the sneakers and socks of such a beautiful, young woman – especially given all the helpful advice and counselling offered to me by her manly husband. I do indeed kiss her feet with a pathetic sense of footslavish humility and wonderment, and study the grey lines of stitching in her socks which are only visible thanks to the outstretched positioning of her pretty foot.

The couple leave me happy and contented, and the master-sir, in particular, must feel fully vindicated in that I have followed his wise words of advice to the letter, fearful of what he might do to me if I had not. Truly I am a cowardly and impotent slave in the face of such a magnificent couple, and I feel honoured and blessed to have served them in such a humble and self-demeaning manner.














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