It’s late at night and, after another long, hard day kissing
feet – the feet of my betters (the general public) – I am somewhat rudely awoken
by a foot to the side of my face.
Through bleary eyes I recognise the feet, and the voice, of
regular , middle-aged customer-mistress Ms Jean madam ( a woman who, despite
being middle-aged is still extremely attractive and, of course, much younger
than me!)
‘Wake up, lazy slave! Why are you sleeping? Are you not required, by
Law, to remain permanently alert and ready to serve your betters’ feet?’
Ms Jean madam is quite correct. The Law does state
that, and it forbids slaves to sleep (needless to say, it is an unenforceable law,
if only because the laws of nature make it impossible to adhere to. However, I
can still be punished for falling asleep on the job, if customer-mistress Ms
Jean madam wishes it!)
‘Oh pray, Ms Jean madam. Pray forgive me, mistress. I am
weak, miss. Please don’t have me beaten, mistress madam. I kiss your feet,
mistress?’
She grunts sneeringly down at me, but kindly, and mercifully,
presents one of her sneakered and socked feet for me to kiss-respect.
She catches me eyeing up her short black sock:
‘Are you a sock lecher, slave?’
Being a regular customer, Ms Jean madam knows full well that
I admire all my customers’ socks, including hers. She is clearly looking to
cause me trouble tonight:
‘Oh pray, Ms Jean madam. Forgive me, Ms Jean madam. Your
socks are fabulous, madam. As are you, mistress-madam?’
‘Be quiet, slave. Less talking and less leching! Just
kiss my feet. And don’t look at or think of me above my sock!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. Thanking you kindly for your
kindness and understanding, madam. I kiss your foot beneath your sock, miss.’
I hear her chuckle at my slavish obsequiousness and
impotence. I fear this could go on all night, for I know from previous bitter
experience that Ms Jean madam is a bit of an insomniac. As is her perfect right
though, unlike me, she also has the right to some shut-eye!
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| A softtly-footed Ms Jea madam approaches me late at night as I try to catch up on some shut-eye |
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| This is, of course, a dereliction of duty on my part! |
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| 'Wake up, lazy slave!' |
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| 'Why are you sleeping? Are you not required, by Law, to remain permanently alert and ready to serve your betters’ feet?’ |
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| ‘Oh pray, Ms Jean madam. Pray forgive me, mistress. I am weak, miss.' |
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| Me, apologising to Ms Jean madam's sneakers and socks |
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| She kindly shoves her foot forwards onto my menial mouth for some late-night respect kissing |
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| I cannot help but admire her short, black sneaker-sock top, albeit through still bleary eyes! |
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| These are, after all, the SNEAKERS and SOCKS of a middle-aged, insomniac GODDESS! |
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| I get a slightly better view of her left sock when she switches feet in front of my face |
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| Such a fabulous SOCK! |
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| On such a fabulous WOMAN! |
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| Truly, it is the SOCK of my BETTER! |
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| I am not worthy to look at, or even think about, my customer-mistress above the SOCK! |
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| This could go on all night, for insomniac Ms Jean madam loves having her feet kissed by an impotent footslave! No shut-eye for me! |
