If the footslave face fits... it should lick feet! And this sink-estate footslave's face is a perfect fit for his pretty customer-mistress's sneakers and socks
The public footservant has some nice footwear waiting to be lickshined in front of him this afternoon – after he has finished tongue-attending to the equally nice, black, patent leather mary-janes and white socks of the attractive Pakistani businesswoman at the head of the queue: The brown leather, mudstained Chelsea-boots of a smartphone-obsessed, beautiful blonde girl The grubby, black and white canvas sneakers of a magnificent, stubble-faced master-sir Lucky slave – to be serving a trio of such good-looking customers!
A domestic slave has been ordered to spend the night kneeling by the side of his pretty mistress’s bed with his humble head beneath the duvet staring at her feet – unwashed feet that were in socks and sneakers all day. He mustn’t touch her feet – just study them, and think about how he can better serve his mistress’s feet and footwear throughout the coming day. He must also breathe in the aroma of her unwashed feet, and woe betide him – in the form of the WHIP - if he himself inadvertently falls asleep during the long night! Kneeling and staring at his mistress's feet beneath the duvet He must silently and respectfully study every aspect of her feet in the semi-darkness... ...her foot skin; her foot blemishes; her foot veins; her toes; her toejam; her toenails; her sock lint; every subliminal movement in her feet Plus, of course, he must breathe in the aroma of her sweaty, unwashed feet But he must not touch her bare feet... ...lest he disturb his pretty mistress whilst she slum...
My master Iain sir really knows how to wield the CANE! And he very much enjoys demonstrating his caning prowess in front of his pretty girlfriends. They, naturally, never fail to be impressed by him – an Alpha male! Here you see one of my master’s many girlfriends asking me how I am liking it – having to kneel before another man in order to have my bottom caned? I respectfully respond to the pretty mistress’s kind, gloating question by saying that I am liking it, but not that much, as the CANE stings mightily on the backs of my thighs, madam, begging her female pardon and understanding, madam? I then plead to her socks, begging them to intercede with master-sir on my behalf. The wearer of the socks laughs at me. Ignominiously kneeling before my master's pretty girlfriend whilst he expertly wields the CANE across my bottom She asks me how I am liking it, and I respond that I am liking it, but not that much... ...begging her female pardon and understanding madam? My humbling v...