Striving To Be A Pleasing Prisoner-Slave (i)

Officer-mistress Ms Alice madam, who is new to the foothole prison, kindly asks me what I am in for during one of her daily bootkissing rounds. In between placing my lowly lips repeatedly onto her outstretched boot-toe, I humbly and respectfully inform her that I had displeased my former mistress by kissing her boots an incorrect amount of times and I had therefore, quite rightly, been sentenced by the Gynarchy Courts to life imprisonment as a foothole-prisoner, begging her female pardon and understanding officer-mistress?

She sneers down at me and says that, in that case, I clearly need more practice in the art of bootkissing, and that she personally will see to it that not a day goes by when I won’t be required to kiss-respect her and her colleagues’ boots.

I thank officer-mistress Ms Alice madam kindly, and proceed to politely ask her (whilst continuing to kiss her outstretched boot-toe) whether she would do me the honour of showing me the tops of her socks whilst I am kissing her boots. I shamefacedly explain that I am a pathetic sockieboy-slave who likes socks!

She tuts and says ‘absolutely not;’, as I am here to be punished and not to be entertained or indulged. However, sweet and kind officer-mistress that she is, she says she sometimes invites her civilian friend, Ms Julie, into the foothole prison to have her feet kissed as she, apparently, loves having her feet kissed by the inferior prisoners, and, according to officer-mistress Ms Alice madam, her friend also likes showing off the tops of her socks to the prisoners. She says if I am a ‘pleasing prisoner’, she will invite her friend Julie to have her feet kissed by me, and that she is sure Julie wouldn’t mind showing me her socks. She adds that her friend Julie often wears patterned socks with lots of creases in them!

I thank officer-mistress Ms Alice madam for her kind offer and gushingly kiss her black uniform boots with even more gusto at the thought of kissing her civilian friend’s feet and seeing her friend’s socks! I’m pathetic like that!

But first, of course, I must become a pleasing prisoner to officer-mistress Ms Alice madam, if I am to earn her trust and the footslave-privilege of kissing Ms Julie’s feet and viewing her socks!

Shamedfacedly informing new officer-mistress Ms Alice madam of my heinous crime...

...that of losing count whilst I had been respect-kissing my former mistress's boots!

Officer-mistress Ms Alice madam kindly offers to 'rehabilitate' me...

...by giving me plenty of daily practice in kissing her boots!

She also hints that I may be permitted to kiss her friend's feet, and see her friend's socks...

...If I am a pleasing prisoner-slave!

I kiss officer-mistress Ms Alice's uniform boots all the more fervently...

...in grateful anticipation of becoming such a trusted and pleasing prisoner-slave...

...though I sense officer-mistress Ms Alice madam may be hard to please!

Whatever, my fate is now very much in her boots...

...even if I can't get to see her socks!

Pray have mercy on me, boots!


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