New Face In Town

The customer-mistress approaching me across the yard with confidence in her female stride is, I believe, a new face in town. I certainly haven't seen her pretty face before, nor had the honour of serving her shoes and socks!

How kind of her to come and introduce herself to me - though she does so via her actions; not her words!

A new, pretty face - walking determinedly towards me!

What an honour it will be to serve this new customer-mistress's shoes and socks!

Said shoes and socks stop directly in front of me, but say nothing

Then the right shoe is unceremoniously shoved toward my menial mouth. I pucker up and kiss it - my default position

I must then repeat my humiliating gesture on her left shoe

The left sock appears to be lower than the right? Or is that just in my fevered imagination?

I would happily straighten her socks, so that they have equilibrium, if the customer so wished me to?

But she doesn't seem interested in having her socks adjusted. For now, she clearly just wants her stylish shoes to be kiss-respected!

And so I repeatedly kiss the proferred shoetoe - with suitable footslavish humility and respect!

She switches feet again in front of my face - thereby demonstrating that the imposition of her shoes on my mouth is no accident or chance gesture on her haughty part!

Then, as silently as she came, she turns her back on me and leaves me to rot in the dirt behind her

She has 'marked her territory', as it were. I am now very much her local public humble-head...

...introduced to her shoes and socks...

...and, hopefully, becoming much better acquainted with them over the coming days and weeks?

For there is much for a public footslave to admire about this pretty customer-mistress and her footwear

Not least the backs of her brown socks!

 

Popular posts from this blog

Breakfast In Bed

Image
Ms Liu, and her boyfriend master Robert sir, enjoy breakfast in bed served by their elderly domestic slave. The slave kneels just inside the bedroom door with his masters' breakfast tray His masters, however, are ignoring him as they cuddle and canoodle with one another! Master Robert sir's feet Ms Liu's feet The pathetic old slave can't help glancing over at his mistress Liu's bare feet, even though her toenails are still unvarnished! Meanwhile, the happy couple continue to cavort in bed... ...until such time as Ms Liu, annoyed by the stupid slave's kneeling presence at the door... ...angrily orders him to bring the tray forwards and place it beside her on the bed The slave humbly complies (he always does where Ms Liu is concerned!) He then assumes his default bedroom position of kneeling above Ms Liu's discarded bedroom slippers... ...and periodically burying his nose deep inside them in order to sniff her stale footsweat Haha, what an old fool! What a dor...
Read more

The Indentured Footservant

Part 1 – A new life Roger sat nervously in the back of the limousine observing the sights of Jakarta as the car sped through the streets of the Indonesian capital. The uniformed chauffeur was a heavily-built black man in his early 30s. The car had been sent to meet him at the airport. The chauffeur wasn't saying much, and so Roger decided he would break the ice with, what he thought, was a fairly innocuous question: 'Have we far to go?’ The smartly dressed chauffeur paused for a moment before replying in a thick West African accent: 'I suggest you keep quiet, slave, and learn to speak only when you are spoken to by your betters.' Roger's heart sank to the pit of his stomach. Slave! It was the first time ever in his life he had been called a ‘slave’, and it was a somewhat ominous development. He was, after all, as he understood it, going to be a household servant – not a ‘slave’. But how had he come to this humble position at the age of 45? He thought back through t...
Read more

See-Through Footstool

Image
I am a helpless footslave at a bus stop. My customers can see right through me, just as I can see through the glass footstool at the soles of their feet! Here you see three superb young women imposing their bare feet on my glass-confined face. So near, and yet so far! Lying on my back in the dirt - helplessly awaiting the arrival of my next 'customer' at the bus stop! A gaggle of girls approaches. They laugh out loud at my ignominious position The black goddess is first to kick off her flip flops and sit regally over me on the bus-stop bench The sole of her bare left foot is now resting on the glass immediately above my humble head I can see she has red-varnished toenails But it's the base of her toes that dominates my lowly field of vision Her foot is almost  resting on my face. So near, and yet so far! I wonder if her feet smell? Oh to be able to respectfully kiss and lick her bare black foot sole! I would endeavour not to tickle her sensitive sole with my footslave tongu...
Read more