No Talking, Just Feet Kissing

I must humbly kneel on the pavement next to my mistress’s feet and kiss-respect her sandalled toes whilst she converses with her boyfriend above me. Mistress isn’t interested in my conversation. As far as she is concerned, a footslave should always be kissing, and not talking – kissing FEET, that is! 

Master and mistress talk while I kiss feet!

They are speaking in Portuguese, so I wouldn't be able to join in the conversation anyway!

'Escravo, beije meus pés.'

That's the only Portuguese I need to know: 'Slave, kiss my feet!'

I'm good at kissing feet!

All feet - including the FEET of my mistress's male partners...

...be they bare feet, sandalled feet, or SNEAKERED FEET!

Male or female, bare or in shoes, I must humbly kiss the FEET of ALL my betters!

But it is my mistress's feet to which I am most beholden!

In Lawm, her FEET own me!

That's why my back is covered in WHIP MARKS...

...because I have displeased my MISTRESS'S FEET!

The simple fact of the matter is, I am a FOOTSLAVE...

...and therefore subject to the WHIMS of my mistress's FEET and the FEET of ALL her acquaintances!

I can best demonstrate my subordination to FEET by KISSING them!

It is an age-old act of SUBERVIENCE and OBEDIENCE by SLAVES like me!

I am not fit even to look at my mistress above her FEET!

And she doesn't even give me a SECOND THOUGHT

She only has SULTRY EYES for her handsome BOYFRIEND!

And I only have SUBMISSIVE EYES for her FEET!


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