Dressing Down

 



































Local sink-estate goddess-mistress Ms Katherine madam (‘Kath’ to her friends, but I am not her friend; I’m her local public footslave) has absolutely no compunctions whatsoever about popping outside in her dressing gown of a morning for a quick fag and to have her bedroom slippers kiss-respected by me whilst she checks her text messages on her phone. I make doubly sure to show her slippers the utmost respect as I admire her short, white bedsocks and spider ankle-tattoo – the latter serving as a stark warning to me that customer-mistress Katherine madam might bite if she perceives me to be disrespecting her in any way!

I am acutely aware, meanwhile, that I am kissing furry houseslippers over white socks that are on as yet unbathed feet, but those facts just make me all the more admiring and respectful of my bright customer-mistress’s feet and footwear. And besides, a slave should have no say on the condition of the feet and footwear he is required to kiss.

She eventually turns to haughtily walk away from me without deigning to speak to me. And rightly so, for I am beneath her and she is better than me. And she knows it!

A passing, sink-estate master sir, who had apparently been watching me from across the road, subsequently crouched down to my confined face (I could smell his stale, bad breath) in order give me a masterful dressing down. He begins by asking me how I had liked it – having to kiss a ‘fat slag’s’ dirty slippers and smell the aroma of her stinky socks? I replied, most humbly and respectfully to the magnificent master sir, that it was an honour for the likes of me to kiss the slippers of a local goddess-mistress like Ms Katherine madam, and to inhale her pungent foot and sock odour, as she is my infinite better. The master sir laughed out loud at me and admitted ‘even he wouldn’t kick her out of bed if she fancied a quick shag’ as he ‘quite likes a fat bird every now and then’, even though this one, ‘Kathy or whatever her name is’, was a ‘bit of a minger!’

Free males are, of course, perfectly at liberty to speak about women in this disrespectful way, even in the Gynarchy, providing they don’t get caught! But for a slave like me, even thinkingof a superior customer-mistress in such terms would be punishable with a severe flogging! And rightly so!

But in any case, I genuinely do admire fat customer-mistress Ms Katherine madam, and her slippers and socks, since she is a free young woman of the Gynarchy, and I’m just a ‘humble-head, slipper and shoe kissing, ugly foot-faggot’ (as the mocking master-sir himself so aptly describes me!). The master sir then has me kiss his dirty sneakers as he is leaving – an entirely appropriate demand on his part since he is a much better man than me, being free to ‘shag’ women and thus enjoy intimacy with them, whereas I only get to smell their stale, vinegary foot odour on their slippers and socks.

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