Ordered To Kiss-Greet

My magnificent master-sir orders me to kiss-greet his visiting, 19-year-old niece’s dirty sneakers. The demure young woman is only too happy to impose her street-soiled sneakers on my menial mouth. She therefore switches her feet in front of my face several times. She, quite rightly, despises her uncle’s house slave!

My superb master-sir brusquely orders me to kiss-greet his visiting niece's feet...

...under threat of the WHIP!

I dutifully obey...

...as the bright young woman deftly switches her sneakered feet in front of my feckless face

I taste dirt...

...the everyday dirt and detritus of walked-in sneakers

Again, she switches feet

I get a good, if humbling, view of her sock

A fresh, white sock

But my menial mouth must concentrate on her dirty sneakers...

...for they are the sneakers of my infinite better - a young woman, and my master's niece!

My master keeps a close watch over my humiliation

His whip is ever ready to ensure my compliance

I hear my betters laugh and chortle high above me, exulting in their power and authority over me

My master-sir's sandalled feet

I have kissed those toes many times!

But for now it is superior, female sneaker that graces my lowly lips!

 

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