Whenever my master-sir is entertaining guests, I must wait on them hand and foot. My demeaning, default position, however, is to wait on their foot - to literally kneel next to their feet and await any feet-related orders. For example, I might be commanded to lick their shoes; or nose their socks; or even to take off their shoes and socks and wash their feet. Whatever, I must remain alert and alive to the guest's feet and be ready to serve them at the snap of an order.
Here you see me obediently kneeling next to a pretty, female guest's feet, studying her lacy socks and awaiting my next orders from either my master-sir or the pretty guest herself. Note how I stare at the guest's lower foot - out of respect for her.
Oh how demeaning! Oh how humiliating for me!
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Respectfully kneeling next to my master's guest's feet... |
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...and staring at her lower shoe and sock |
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I am, literally, waiting on her foot... |
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...waiting to be told how to serve her feet or footwear! |
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In the meantime, I must silently and unobtrusively study, admire, and familiarise myself with the stitching in her lacy sock... |
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...since I may well be required to 'nose' the sock at some point i.e. trace the lines of stitching with the tip of my slave-nose |
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Meanwhile, her other foot hovers dominantly over my humble head... |
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...as she converses with my master-sir over a glass of wine |
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The conversation between my betters, like the young woman's right foot, literally goes over my head |
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I am also acutely are of my own master-sir's sneakered and socked foot hovering behind my whipped back |
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The presence of his dirty sneaker-sole on my butt is a reminder to me of both his manly presence, and his manly WHIP! |
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For my master-sir is a great believer in the WHIP, and uses it frequently on my back! |
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Not that his pretty guest cares about the parlous state of my back |
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She only has loving, caring eyes for the master-sir... |
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...a mighty man; a strong man; a successful, slave-owning man! |
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The pretty mistress's right shoe-heel occasionally brushes against my kneeling cheek... |
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...but not in an erotic or flirtatious way. It is purely subliminal on the part of the mistress-madam! |
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She only has eyes for the master-sir, just as I only have eyes for her left sock |
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My humbling, slave's-eye view of the sock |
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The master-sir toasts his pretty guest and his amorous relationship with her... |
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...whilst I continue to wait on her foot... |
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...and study the stitching in her sock! |