My Job

‘Slave, fetch a basin of warm water. You’re going to wash my feet!’

‘Yes, mistress Jean madam. At once, mistress Jean madam.’

When I return to the living room with the basin, my mistress Jean madam is sitting on the couch having removed her coat, but not her shoes and socks. That’s my job!

‘Massage my socks before you take them off, slave!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress Jean madam.’

I was expecting this. My mistress Jean often has me massage her sweaty-socked feet before washing them! 

‘Slave, fetch a basin of warm water. You’re going to wash my feet!’

‘Massage my socks before you take them off, slave!’

I perform my demeaning task of gently massaging my mistress's sweaty-socked feet

The socks feel, and smell, moist

'Don't touch my bare ankles while you're massaging my socks, slave, and look only at the socks!'

'Yes, mistress Jean madam. I hear and obey you, mistress Jean madam.'

I focus on her sweaty sock...

...as I knead it with my bony old fingers

Ms Jean madam sighs with delight. It's nice for a footslave to be able to pleasure his mistress - even if it is in such a demeaning and humiliating manner!

'Now remove my socks and wash my feet, slave!'

I obey my mistress Jean madam to the letter - as I must always do if I am to avoid the biting STING of her WHIP!

This is my job - to remove shoes, massage socks, and wash feet


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