Complimenting Her Socks

The master-sir approaches me whilst his girlfriend is still using the public conveniences inside:

‘When my girlfriend has finished using the lavatory you will kiss her feet and praise and bless her, dirty slave. In particular, you will tell her that you really like her socks, and you will politely ask her where she got them from. Is that clear?’

‘Yes master sir. I obey you master-sir. I am a slave, master.’

As soon as she emerges the very beautiful young woman embraces her manly boyfriend and the couple discuss her bowel movements. It seems that the mistress has been suffering from constipation but that her bowels have now loosened. The master-sir congratulates her, and then enjoins her to present her feet to me – the public humble head – for kissing.

As per my earlier instructions from the master-sir, before I kiss the customer-mistress’s feet, I verbally fawn to her, adding my humble congratulations on her successful bowel movement before praising and blessing her more generally, extolling her virtues as a virtuous and clean young woman, and expressing my gratitude at being permitted to kiss her shoes (I have no idea if she’s ‘virtuous’ and ‘clean’, but it is always the right thing to say to a mistress – slaves like me are dirty; mistresses like her are, generally speaking, clean!)

I then, again as instructed previously by her boyfriend, turn my attention to praising her socks – just an ordinary pair of creased, grey cotton anklesocks –  in between kissing her shoes, for to delay kissing her shoes any longer would be a crime (literally so here in the gynarchy as a public footservant must,by law, start to kiss feet whenever they are presented to him):

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress…kiss kiss kiss… if you will permit me, pretty mistress… kiss kiss kiss… this slave is indeed most admiring of your socks, mistress… kiss kiss kiss kiss… if I may be so bold, mistress madam?... kiss kiss kiss. May I enquire as to their provenance and how you happened upon them, mistress?... kiss kiss kiss… f you would be so kind, mistress… kiss kiss… Please don’t beat me, mistress?... kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.

The mistress does not appear to be offended by my prurience. She turns to her boyfriend beside her:
‘Erm… I think you bought them for me honey, didn’t you?’

Ah, now I understand why the master-sir was so keen for me to compliment his young lady’s socks! It’s a way of bigging him up in front of her, and making him look good!

He modestly replies to her:

‘Did I, sweetheart? Oh yes – that’s right! So I did!’

‘There you are, slave – you’ve got my boyfriend to thank for my socks!’

It’s my cue, of course, to praise and bless the master-sir on his choice of sock for his beloved:

‘Oh pray, master-sir! Oh pray! Many congratulations, sir, on choosing such lovely socks for your partner’s feet, master. Truly you are a genius, master, as the socks beautify and enhance still further your beautiful girlfriend’s already beautiful feet and ankles, sir, if I might make so bold, master-sir? Please don’t beat me master and mistress!’

I then, hastily, resume my kissing of the young woman’s outstretched foot, feigning a cringing fear in the midst of my genuine servility, even though I know this is all part of the magnificent and very clever master-sir’s plan to make himself look good in front of his girlfriend, and remind her of his generosity towards her – no doubt with the eventual aim of getting her into bed again so that he might enjoy her beautiful body (something I shall never get to do!)

The wily master-sir replies to my compliment brusquely and masterfully, as befits a manly free male out to impress his ladyfriend:

‘Shut up, slave, and continue kissing my girlfriend’s feet! You’re just a slave; I’m not interested in what you think!’

‘Yes, master sir. I apologise, master sir. Please don’t hurt me, master!’

I then, as ordered, resume my humble kissing of the girl’s feet as she giggles above me. The couple embrace once more as I do so, and soon walk away from me hand in hand – feeling respected; and powerful; and admired. As they both jolly well should!


















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