One thing I’ve learnt as a footslave is the importance of always
showing the utmost slavish respect for my master and mistress’s friends and their footwear. Here you
see me paying my respects to one of my mistress Mukta’s friends – Ms Bina madam
– as the two girls prepare to go out on a shopping expedition. I shall be
following them to heel so that I can carry their shopping purchases for them on
my back!
‘He seems very docile and obedient, Mukta. How often do
you have to beat him?’
‘Haha, yeah he’s very submissive, Bina. Simon likes to
whip him all the time because he gets off on it, but I only whip him
when he’s naughty! Isn’t that right, sockieboy?’
‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. Indeed, mistress Mukta madam.
You are very kind to me, mistress.’
‘Thank miss Bina for enquiring about your whippings, and
praise and bless her for taking an interest in your training and wellbeing.’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once Ms Mukta madam… Oh pray, Ms
Bina madam, thank you kindly for your kind interest in my whippings, madam, and
for reminding me that the WHIP is never far from my back, miss. Truly I fear
you, miss, and the WHIP! Please don’t have me beaten, miss!’
The girls both giggle as I grovel over Ms Bina madam’s
boots.
‘I’m sure Ms Bina won’t have you whipped providing you
concentrate on her boots and study the leather creases in them as she walks
along, isn’t that right, Bina?’
‘Haha, yeah! Study my boots, sockieboy, and providing you
are pleasing to me and my boots I shan’t have you whipped! Aren’t I kind to
you, slave?’
‘Oh pray, Ms Bina madam. God bless you, Ms Bina madam. I
kiss your boots, miss!’
I very much respect and admire Ms Bina madam and her boots,
even though I can’t see her socks!
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‘He seems very docile and obedient, Mukta. How often do you have to beat him?’ |
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‘Haha, yeah he’s very submissive, Bina. Simon likes to whip him all the time because he gets off on it, but I only whip him when he’s naughty! Isn’t that right, sockieboy?’ |
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‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. Indeed, mistress Mukta madam. You are very kind to me, mistress.’ |
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I fervently kiss my mistress's friend's boots in an effort to ingratiate myself with them! |
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Ingratiating myself with my betters' boots, shoes and socks is part of my everyday existence! |
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I'm a slave - and must show respect for my betters! |
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Ms Bina madam switches her booted feet several times in front of my kneeling face... |
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...all watched over by the familiar sneakers and socks of my mistress Mukta... |
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...sneakers and socks which, needless to say, I have kiss-respected many times! |
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I silently wonder what type of socks, if any, Ms Bina madam might be wearing inside her lovely boots... |
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...must smelling, and tasting, brown leather boots... |
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...worn with plain black leggings! |
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I am absolutely forbidden, of course, to look at or think about my mistress and her friend above their feet |
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So, even though their female legs tower over me, I keep my slavish gaze respectful and low! |
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Feet, boots, shoes and socks are my only business... |
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...Otherwise, as Ms Bina madam has kindly reminded me, the WHIP awaits my back! |
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'Study my boots, sockieboy, and providing you are pleasing to me and my boots I shan’t have you whipped! Aren’t I kind to you, slave?’ |
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'I'd love to have my very own slave, like you do, Mukta!' |
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'Haha, today he's all yours, Bina!' |
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I crawl on my hands and knees to heel behind Ms Bina's boots, as I have been ordered to do... |
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...studying the leather creases in the backs of her boots as she walks along beside my mistress |
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My fate is now in the hands of these brown leather boots! |
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I must be pleasing to them... |
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...or feel the WHIP! |
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I therefore focus hard on the backs of Ms Bina's boots... |
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...whilst remaining respectfully mindful of my mistress's sneakers and socks walking along next to them |
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BOTH these young women are my betters... |
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...I am nothing but their slave! |
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Fit only to crawl to heel behind them... |
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...and to ponder and study their superior footwear |
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I remain appropriately fearful of Ms Bina and her boots... |
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...and what they can do to me if I displease them! Mercy, boots! |