In A Manner Befitting

My mistress Mukta madam always ensures that I kiss-greet her guests’ feet in a manner befitting a domestic footslave. Here you see me humbly kiss-greeting the feet of her good friend and neighbour, master George sir.

Note how master George sir deftly switches feet beneath my face to ensure my slavish respect is suitably afforded to both his shoes!

'Slave, greet master George and kiss his feet in a manner befitting a footslave!'

'And make sure you study his socks while you're kissing his shoes!'

'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I obey you, mistress... Oh pray, master George sir, welcome to my mistress's abode...

...I kiss your feet, sir...

...and admire your SOCKS!'

Master George sir's SOCKS are indeed to be admired - the intricate lines of stitching; they are a work of art!

I make sure to keep my lowly gaze fixated on the guest-master's SOCKS, in a manner befitting a humble domestic footslave

For I have no business looking at, or even thinking about, my betters above their SOCKS!

That's why I remain acutely conscious of my mistress Mukta's SOCKS as I abase myself before master George's SOCKS!

Master George sir graciously extends his right foot first beneath my kneeling face...

...before switching to his left foot

Fortunately for me, he appears pleased with my slavish greetings towards his SHOES and SOCKS!

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