Taught A Valuable Lesson


































Hell hath no fury like a customer-mistress scorned!

It was the early hours of the morning and I was attempting to catch up on 40 winks. I therefore did not hear the customer-mistress approaching me and was first made aware of her divine presence by a sharp boot-kick to the face, which left me feeling well and truly bruised and battered!

The young woman's voice was livid! How dare I sleep on the job? Did the Law not state that a public footslave must be ever alert and ready to serve his customer masters and mistresses? (The Law does state that and is silent on when a public footservant should be permitted to sleep). She then angrily ordered me to kiss her boots, continuing to berate me throughout and warning me of what her boyfriend would do to me when he found out!

I didn't have long to wait before I encountered her angry boyfriend. Later that same morning the slighted young woman returned with him - a brute of a man who subsequently beat me to a pulp. It taught me a valuable lesson, though: a slave must never sleep and must be permanently ready to kiss or lickshine a young woman's boots on demand, whatever the time of day or night.

In between the blows from the master-sir's baseball bat, I apologised profusely to him, his girlfriend and her boots!

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