Initiation




































Here you see me being initiated into the service of my new footmistress – a young woman by the title of ‘Ms Mukta Madam’ – in the presence of her husband, my new master – master Simon sir. The latter has already given me 25 harsh lashes with his mighty whip and is now requiring me to kiss his lovely wife’s sneakered feet 1000 times, whilst reciting the following humbling homily in between each group of 5 footkisses:

‘Oh woe is me
I once was free
But now I am a slave
In abject misery!’

Oh the pain! Oh the sting of the whip! It is all I can do to maintain an accurate count of my kisses to my superb new mistress’s sneakered feet! But I know I must – or start all over again; probably following 25 fresh lashes from the master-sir’s ever-ready whip!
On the way down to each kiss I study my mistress’s sock – a pleasing, plain grey sock with fancy, diamond-patterned, suitably feminine stitching; the sock of an everyday, Gynarchy goddess; mygoddess! I can also see her soft, feminine ankle skin underneath the stitching of the socks. 

I expect, in my capacity as a household footslave, to be spending a lot of time with my mistress’s socks – washing them; ironing them; following them to heel; sniffing them; nosing them; nuzzling them; and ultimately, I hope, kiss-respecting them. But, for now, my orders are to kiss my mistress’s flaky, red white and blue sneakers – on the rounded toe areas; kiss five times and recite; kiss five times and recite…

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