Belligerent

This potentially belligerent customer-mistress is to be feared. She threatens me with her spiked wooden club, before having me kiss-respect her belligerent boots, which I promptly do with trembling lips! For I am in her POWER and at her MERCY – as I am with ALL my customers!

She approaches me with an air of menace

'Kiss my boots, boy, or you'll feel the weight of my club!'

'Y...yes, m... mistress m...madam. At once, m... mistress m... madam! Please don't hurt me, m... madam!'

'Kiss the dirtiest parts, slave!'

'Y... yes, m... madam!'

I make a sub-conscious effort to obey the belligerent mistress's every barked commandment!

For I am in her POWER and at her MERCY!

Anybody can 'punish' a public footslave - howsoever they see fit!

Her BOOTS are indeed scuffmarked and dirty!

But I do not baulk at my menial task in mouth. Simultaneously, I visually admire her SOCKS!

For they are the SOCKS of my belligerent customer-mistress, inside her BOOTS!

The BOOTS and SOCKS eventually turn to leave

The customer-mistress has every right to feel proud of herself...

...for she has well and truly humbled, and frightened, the hapless public footservant at her FEET!

I dare not even look up at her DEPARTING SOCKS, lest I invoke their female ire!


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