Berating Me

‘Slave kiss feet better! Lick harder! You not please next customer, you feel WHIP!’

My superb master-sir, Mr Wu sir, oftentimes berates me and scolds me for my poor performance on his customers’ feet. He is convinced they would happily give him bigger tips if they were more satisfied with my humility and slavishness towards them.

On such ignominious occasions, I contritely apologise to my master-sir and promise to do better – being ever mindful of his SCOURGE WHIP which is always to hand (i.e. his hand!)

Oh pray master sir. Forgive me, master sir. This slave promises to do better, sir. Please spare me the whip sir, I prithee!’

Master’s mood only lightens when a beautiful young woman approaches him and politely asks him if she can use me to have her boots lickshined? She explains that she is on her way to a party and wishes to look her very best! Of course, my manly master-sir happily accedes to her request, and he wouldn’t even insist on payment from a beautiful young woman such as this. Just witnessing my humble' humiliated service at her booted feet is reward enough for him!

I make sure to do a good and respectful job on the young woman's boots with my menial mouth!

‘Slave kiss feet better! Lick harder! You not please next customer, you feel WHIP!’

I stare at my angry master-sir's foot as he angrily scolds me

I can see some prominent veins throbbing in his foot

And his sandalled toes are tapping the ground in an agitated manner!

I remain mindful of the fact that this is the foot of my esteemed owner

Of the man at whose mercy I reside!

I have been obliged to kiss those angry (and oftentimes sweaty) toes on many an ignominious occasion

'You want feel WHIP, slave?'

'You want I cut your back with WHIP?'

The aforementioned WHIP. And I certainly do not wish for that!

I resolve to do better when serving my master's customers, and thus to be pleasing to both them, and to him!

Fortunately, my master's mood soon lightens with the arrival of a charming young woman wanting her boots lickshined for a party!

I immediately get to work...

...well below her SOCK

And a very fine SOCK it is too!

It's cowardly I know, but I would much rather be licking BOOT than feeling WHIP!

BOOTS are meant to be licked by slaves like me. Our tongues are designed for it!

My master certainly believes so!

He joyfully relaxes with his beer, whilst my own menial mouth tastes musty bootleather!

The bootleather of a beautiful, party-going young woman!

I wish I could accompany her BOOTS to the party - if only to keep them clean and sparkling!

Just as I tongue-keep my master's sandals clean and sparkling!

He scratches an itch on his heel high above me as my tongue continues to clean his customer's BOOT


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