Drunken Damsel's Demands

‘Kish my feet, slave. An’ DON’T look up above my SOCKS!’

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

The customer-mistress is clearly drunk on her way home from a late-night party. She must, therefore, be afforded the utmost slavish respect as she drunkenly demands that I kiss her feet.

‘Kish my feet, slave. An’ DON’T look up above my SOCKS!’

'Yes, mistress. I obey you, mistress madam.’

It would actually be quite difficult to look at this superb, drunken young woman above her SOCKS...

...given that her SOCKS are RIGHT IN MY FACE!

Of course, her pretty lEG TATTOOS are of interest to me

But it is the SOCK I look up to the most

Her shapely legs are not for the likes of lowly me to admire!

I'm just a FOOT slave!

She consumes her beer high above me...

...drunkenly slurping on the bottle!

She has every right to taste BEER...

...whilst I must taste SHOELEATHER!


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