As a front-door porch slave, all I do, day in and day out, 365 days a year, is kiss feet - the feet of my masters (mistress Mukta madam and her husband, my master Simon-sir) and their guests, as they enter or leave my owners' home.
Here you see me kiss-greeting my masters' and betters' feet as they enter their home - first the feet of master Simon sir; then the feet of Ms Mukta madam; and finally the feet of their good friend and regular visitor to their home, master David sir.
Although master Simon-sir heads straight on into the living room after having his feet kissed, Ms Mukta waits a while after I have kissed her feet in order to make sure I show appropriate respect to their guest's feet. Fortunately for me, he seems satisfied - for, if he was displeased with my performance in any way, Ms Mukta would undoubtedly have me punished!
But I have nothing but the deepest respect for master David sir, as I do for all the personages I encounter since they are all my betters! If kissing feet is all I do, I like to think I do it well!
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| Master Simon-sir is the first to have his feet kiss-respected on reentering his home |
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| Although I have a 'queue', I must not hurry my feetkissing. It is always for the foot-kissee to decide if and when I have shown sufficient, slavish respect for his or her feet! |
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| Satisfied, master Simon-sir heads on in to put the kettle on, whilst his lovely wife, my mistress Mukta madam, steps up to my palate! |
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| Whilst having her feet kissed, she warns me to show fulsome respect for their esteemed guest's feet to follow! |
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| I have kissed master David-sir's feet many times before, as he is a good friend and regular visitor to my master and mistress's home |
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| Nevertheless, Ms Mukta madam stays in the porch to watch my humble performance on her guest's feet |
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| Master David-sir's socks are heavily creased around his ankles. I respect his creased socks very much! |
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| He deftly switches feet in front of my face, for he knows it is important for a footkissing slave to always kiss BOTH his master's feet |
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| My head-on, slave's-eye view of the feet I am kissing (and the socks of my mistress Mukta-madam watching from the wings!) |
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| Master David-sir switches his feet yet again in front of my face. He is clearly enjoying this... |
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| ...perhaps because he doesn't have a porch slave of his own, being a somewhat goofy university student who lives in a halls of residence? |
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| I overhear him complimenting my mistress Mukta on my feetkissing abilities |
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| He's right to praise her, of course, because she deserves all the credit for my humble performance - being my owner and mistress! |
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| My betters continue to look down on me as I grovel at their feet... |
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| ..before turning their backs on me and heading on into the house |
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| I keep my head humbly bowed in the presence of their respective sneakers and socks... |
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| ...sneakers I have just been kissing, and socks I have just been admiring... |
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| ...the sneakers and socks of my betters! |
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| I am particularly impressed at the way master David-sir's socks continue to crease and fold around his ankles as he heads on into the living room |
