Meeting My Master's Family

My new master’s family are all lined up in their living room ready for me to kiss their feet for the first time. It’s just a humbling ritual every new household slave must go through in the Gynarchy – by way of an age-old demonstration of his fear and submission towards his new masters. Plus, as you can observe, I have already been whipped by the head of the household, the master-sir, so I must simply do as I am told!

·     Firstly, I am introduced to the sandalled, pedicured feet of his headscarfed, elderly mother – a still very attractive woman in her early to mid sixties. Note how I must kiss her on her pedicured and varnished big toe. As the matriarch of the family I must show her the utmost respect as I know she will have a major influence on how I am treated in this Gynarchic household, and so I kiss her big toe with reverence and humility
·     Then I must kiss the feet of my master’s beautiful wife – the feet of my main mistress. The master orders me to kiss only her sandals rather than her bare toes, presumably because he would deem it unseemly to have another man touching his wife’s bare flesh – even her lowly toe flesh. He needn’t worry – from the expression on his wife’s beautiful face it is clear she despises me and doesn’t find me in the least bit attractive
·     Next I must kiss the feet of my master’s two daughters – 19 year old Miss Rekha madam and 21 year old miss Radhi madam. Miss Rekha, as you can see, is wearing white socks inside her pastel green plimsolls. I expect I shall be becoming intimately acquainted with those socks – with their smell and taste – since they are the socks of my master’s daughter and it shall therefore behove me to clean them and care for them; by mouth!
·     And note how her older sister, Miss Radhi madam with the bright red hair, deliberately hitches up her trouser hem as I am kiss-respecting her outstretched ankleboot in order to reveal her plain grey bootsock-top to me – another subliminal message reminding me that my life from now on will be dominated by the bare feet, sandals, shoes, boots and socks of my betters as I serve as a footslave in my magnificent master-sir’s household.

Do you get the sense that the ladies of this happy household can’t wait to get their hands on the whip? I certainly do!
















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