Risk Taking

February 25, 2024

One of the most important judgements a public humble head must make, if he is a risk taker, is whether or not to initiate a conversation of unequals with his esteemed customer standing above him. It’s risky because the Law states that only a master or mistress may initiate a conversation with a slave. The slave’s role is to humbly and politely respond – and to obey his customer’s orders, of course!

But, sometimes, a slave cannot resist the urge to converse with a master or mistress, especially if he feels the slavish need to find out more information about their shoes or socks – their provenance, for example. Needless to say, such impertinent questioning of a superior being on the part of a lowly footslave is fraught with risk – especially if the wearer of the socks is a stranger and thus an unknown quantity. It has to be a judgement call on the lowly part of the slave, following an analysis of the customer’s demeanour and superior body language.

Take the bright and intelligent young woman who is using me right now to have her sneakers kissed. She seems in a jovial mood. She had even said ‘please’ when ordering me to kiss-respect her sneakers 1000 times! And her socks are absolutely fabulous – white socks with red heart logos, suggesting a kind and loving personality (not that any of her love would be directed at the likes of me, of course. I may be impudent, but I’m not ‘delusional’!)

I decide to take the risk, in between relatedly kissing her outstretched sneaker toe, of politely praising her socks and then enquiring as to their provenance. Here goes!

‘Oh pray pretty mistress madam, if you will forgive the intrusion pretty mistress madam please don’t have me beaten miss? This slave was just admiring the mistress’s pretty socks, madam. They look fabulous miss, as do you, miss, begging your female pardon for this slave’s forwardness, miss? Oh pray, miss, might this slave enquire, miss, as to the provenance of your fabulous socks, miss? Did the mistress purchase them herself? Or were they, perchance, a gift to her from a friend or relative, ma’am? Pray forgive this lowly slave’s impudence and inquisitiveness vis-à-vis your socks, miss!’

Her initial reaction bodes well (for me) as she momentarily stops texting on her phone to look down on me, no doubt with a mixture of pity, bemusement and contempt writ large upon her pretty face (not that I can see her face; my eyes are glued firmly on her socks!)

‘Erm… I fink my boyfriend bought them for me last year, on Valentines Day?...Yes, that’s right! I remember now, he bought them for me! Do you like my socks, then, slave?’

‘Oh yes, miss! Indubitably so, miss! Oh miss, pray pass on my humble congratulations to your magnificent boyfriend on his choice of sock for his beautiful girlfriend, ma’am. Truly the master sir has good taste, if you would be so kind as to pass on my humble comments to him, miss?’

‘Haha, you can thank him yourself, slave, if you like? We’ll both be heading back this way later this evening. Would you like to meet my boyfriend and thank him for choosing my socks for me, slave?’

‘Oh pray, mistress! Oh bliss, mistress! Truly I would be honoured to be in the presence of your manly boyfriend, miss – a real man, who buys his beautiful girlfriend such wonderful gifts, miss! Oh pray implore him to visit me, miss, that my menial mouth might pay homage to his masculine footwear, miss? Oh to kiss your boyfriend’s feet would be such an honour for the likes of lowly me, miss!’

‘Haha, yes it would, slave! I’ll see what I can do. Now shut up and carry on kissing my feet 1000 times like I told you to! Let me know when you’ve reached 500 kisses, so that I can switch my feet in front of you!’

‘Yes, miss. I obey you, miss. Thanking you kindly, miss!’

The other secret of being a risk taker is knowing when to stop, of course. There is much more that I would dearly love to know about this pretty customer’s ‘valentine’ socks. Such as:

· Are they comfortable on her feet inside her sneakers?

· Are they moist?

· Are they prone to slippage inside her shoes?

· How often does she wear them?

· How often does she wash them?

· Has she ever made love to her boyfriend whilst wearing them on her feet?

But I mustn’t push it. I’ve been ordered to shut up. And I’ve had a good result – I now know that she has a beloved boyfriend and, with any luck, I shall be kiss-congratulating his manly feet later this evening. My ‘bravery’ has paid off!

NB: Some slightly more risk averse footslaves choose to address a customer’s shoes or socks directly in such circumstances. They figure it is less potentially insulting to the wearer of the shoes and socks to anthropomorphise their footwear and thus converse with the shoes and socks, rather than with their wearer, thereby humiliating themselves even further in front of the master or mistress who is too high and mighty to ever converse with a public humble head directly. It’s a good slave strategy, and perhaps I should use it more often!