Footwear Of Whoever Stands Before Me

Needless to say, a public footlick has absolutely no control over who happens his way and makes use of his footlicking services. But when regular-customer mistress Ms Mukta madam observes me licking the socks and sandals of a fat master-sir, she mockingly asks me if I now only lick men’s shoes and socks? And are her female shoes and socks no longer good enough for me?

I sincerely reassure goddess-mistress Ms Mukta that her socks and sneakers are indeed good enough for me, as they are the socks and sneakers of my infinite better, and I confirm that her socks are, in fact, my life. She laughs and asks me if the fat man’s socks weren’t my life also, since he is one of my customers? I humbly reply that, whilst the fat man’s socks are most certainly worthy of my footslavish respect being the socks of a handsome free man, nevertheless I cannot in all conscience say they are my life, as they do not contain superior feminine footsweat, like Ms Mukta’s socks, if she would be so kind and understanding to a humble and impotent footslave at her mercy?

She laughs at me again and ‘permits’ me to lickshine her dirty, female sneakers.

I continue to respectfully lick the shoes, sandals and boots of my betters throughout the rest of the day; and the next day; and the next day… the footwear of whosoever stands before me!















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