Confidence
One thing all my cafe customers can have absolute confidence in, is that I will be slavishly respectful of their feet and footwear. Never was a lowly slave so keen to show his humble respect for his betters!
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| Another young blonde woman approaches me with confidence as she makes her way towards the cafe exit door |
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| I stare at the carpet where my betters have previously been standing... |
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| ...knowing that this confident young woman is soon about to join them |
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| Sure enough, her red and black ankleboots, and plain grey anklesocks, betray her complete confidence in her forthcoming dealings with me... |
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| ...and the right boot is soon unceremoniously shoved towards my awaiting, menial mouth |
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| I lower my lowly lips and kiss it |
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| I then do the same on her left boot, as soon as the blonde customer-mistress deigns to present it to me |
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| I hear her chuckle above me with feminine delight and triumph! |
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| She has every right to feel pleased with herself |
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| For she is a bright and confident young woman having her boots kissed by an inferior male slave! |
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| She leaves me to rot on the floor behind her... |
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| ...her pretty face a picture of female superiority! |
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| I have the confidence to look up at the backs of her socks... |
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| ...and am rewarded with this humbling, slave's-eye view! |













