Gentle Soul

I'm sure she's a gentle soul at heart - kind to animals and wouldn't normally hurt a fly etc. But, of course, in her dealings with me she's perfectly entitled to be bossy and stroppy; I'm just a public humble-head!

Her footsteps are quite soft on the stairwell


She looks like a gentle soul


I expect I'll soon find out!


Since I am very much at her mercy!


She says nothing, but shoves her foot onto my mouth


Swiftly followed by her other foot


Since my default position is to kiss feet, that's what I do!


I kiss the feet of my better


Several times she switches her dainty feet in front of my face


But still she says nothing. Am I pleasing her?


The look on her pretty face gives little away!


All I can do is carry on kissing her feet...


...and admiring her socks!


The short black socks of a gentle goddess!


Yet I fear her silence. It feels ominous!


Suddenly she barks down at me to kiss the SIDE of her foot!


She kindly twists her foot sideways to facilitate me


I obey her female voice, and kiss the side of her pretty shoe


She turns and leaves me without saying another word


I hang my head in shame. Clearly a dissatisfied customer


She shouldn't have to TELL me to kiss the side of her foot!


I wonder if she'll report me to the local Gynarchy authorities?


Gentle soul or not, she has every right to have me punished!


How she must revel in her absolute power over me!


The male slave at the tender mercy of a gentle female!



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