How Many Times?

Not all customers are assiduous in counting the number of kisses to their feet, even when they have orderd a specific number! The current customer, for example, interrupts me on the 69th footkiss to her right foot when she had ordered 100. I think she’s just bored:

‘How many times is that, stupid slave?’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress. If it pleases you, pretty mistress. That was my 69th kiss to your esteemed right foot, madam.’

She casually switches her sneakered feet on the footblock:

‘Now kiss the other one the same amount of times. And don’t look at me above the sock!’

‘Yes, mistress.’

I assume she means ‘69’ footkisses to her left foot? However, I can’t ask her for clarification as she is busy texting on her phone.

What she has made crystal clear, is that I am NOT to look at her above the SOCK. Not that it had even entered my menial mind to do so. Her SOCK is lovely!

Perhaps the pretty customer doesn’t really care about the number of kisses I deliver to her sneakers. She’s more concerned that I show respect for her SOCKS?

In the end, after only 51 kisses to her left foot, she silently ups and away, leaving me feeling destitute and bereft, as by my calculations I have missed out on 49 kisses to her fabulous sneakers in total! I mustn’t complain, though. For I did get a good long look at her SOCKS!

Kissing the customer's right foot for the 69th time

‘How many times is that, stupid slave?’

'Now kiss the other one the same amount of times. And don’t look at me above the sock!’

‘Yes, mistress.’

I begin the process of kissing the customer's left sneaker 69 times, whilst looking only at her SOCK!

My humbling view of the customer-mistress's black SOCKS!

Although a slither of legskin is just visible above the SHORT SOCK, I dare not look at it!

I know my place - and it's to kiss FEET and look at SOCK!

FEET, SHOES and SOCKS - my lowly life!

But what a PRIVILEGE to be so close to such a fabulous, feminine SOCK!

On a shapely female ANKLE!

Bother! After only 51 kisses to her left sneaker, the customer just ups and leaves me!

I take one last, lingering look at the back of her SOCK

Oh to have been able to spend more time with it!


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