Insecurities

'Do you like me, slave?'

The question is somewhat unexpected coming from the pretty customer-mistress, since most of my customers don't give a damn whether I like them or not! I'm just a slave!

I sense, however, that this bright young woman is in need of an ego boost:

'Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress-madam, this slave does indeed like the mistress, madam, if you would be so kind and understanding, miss?'

'What do you like best about me, slave?'

'Oh pray, mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress-madam, begging your pardon, miss, but this slave - being a mere slave - is most of all enamoured by your fabulous shoes and socks miss, begging your female pardon for my abject lowliness at your feet, miss?'

'Yes, but what do you think a real man would like best about me? What are my best features, in your humble opinion?'

'Oh pray, pretty mistress, this slave humbly opines that any real man would fully appreciate the great beauty and kind nature of the pretty mistress-madam, begging your pardon for my forwardness, miss, please don't have me beaten miss?'

She pauses as I resume my kissing of her feet:

'Shut up now, slave, and carry on kissing my feet until I tell you to stop. You're just a dirty slave. Who gives a damn about your opinion anyway?'

She's clearly back in the room! I can only assume that she's nervous about a forthcoming blind date, or something? But she's right - my opinion of her counts for nothing. Even my admiration for her shoes and socks is of no importance since, as a public footslave, I have no choice but to admire them!

I continue to kiss-respect her shoes and admiringly study her socks until she silently turns to leave.

'Do you like me, slave?'

'What do you like best about me, slave?'

'Oh pray, mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress-madam, begging your pardon, miss, but this slave - being a mere slave - is most of all enamoured by your fabulous shoes and socks miss...

...begging your female pardon for my abject lowliness at your feet, miss?'

'Yes, but what do you think a real man would like best about me? What are my best features, in your humble opinion?'

'Oh pray, pretty mistress, this slave humbly opines that any real man would fully appreciate the great beauty and kind nature of the pretty mistress-madam... 

...begging your pardon for my forwardness, miss, please don't have me beaten miss?'

My humbling view of the pretty, but somewhat insecure, customer-mistress's fabulous socked ankle!

'Shut up now, slave, and carry on kissing my feet until I tell you to stop... 

...You're just a dirty slave. Who gives a damn about your opinion anyway?'

Eventually, she silently turns her back on me and walks away


I hang my humble head in shame behind her superb shoes and socks - the shoes and socks of a perfect goddess, if only she understood it!



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