Kissing And Washing Feet

‘Kiss my friend miss Lucy’s feet, feetslavey, and then take off her shoes and socks and wash her bare feet!’

‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I obey you, mistresses.’

Receiving my orders from my mistress Mukta madam

I am to first kiss the feet, and then wash the feet, of our esteemed guest Ms Lucy madam

I begin by kissing the top of her outstretched sneaker...

...just below the sock!

I then move my lowly lips up to the sock itself...

...in the hope that Ms Lucy madam will really be able to feel my humility through the material of her sock!

It also affords my otherwise nugatory nose the opportunity to gently brush against her sock...

...whilst discreetly inhaling the aroma of the sock!

All the while my mistress Mukta's sneakers and socks are watching on...

...as is her WHIP!

Her WHIP, I say!... Her WHIP!

Must avoid the STING of my mistress's WHIP!

I must be pleasing to her and her guest!

And my mistress Mukta is notoriously difficult to please...

...as is her friend, Ms Lucy madam!

I therefore kiss Ms Lucy's sneakers and socks with as much fervour as I can muster!

Then it is time to wash our guest's bare feet

I begin by gently pulling up the hems of Ms Lucy's jean legs, ao that they won't get wet!

Then I focus on kneading her shapely, bare ankles in the warm, soapy water

All under the watchful eye of my mistress's WHIP!

MUST be careful!

'STOP SPLASHING MY JEANS, STUPID SLAVE!'

'BE MORE CAREFUL, FEETSLAVEY, OR YOU'LL HAVE MY WHIP TO ANSWER TO!'

'STUPID, INCOMPETENT SLAVE!

'CAN'T YOU EVEN WASH FEET PROPERLY?'

Beside my trembling hands lie the discarded, sweaty shoes and socks of Ms Lucy madam

I keep my humble head bowed, surrounded as I am by greatness in the form of my unforgiving female betters


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