Like Any Other Day

For me, as a public humble-head slave, Xmas Day is pretty much like any other day – boots and shoes to kiss or lick; socks to study and admire; some familiar; some belonging to strangers.

A public footslave’s work is never done, and it's good of my customers to take time out of their busy Xmas schedules to come and visit me in orer to have their feet kiss-respected!

Even on Xmas Day, I face a queue of customers

Many of them are on their phones

And many of them are wearing warm, winter footwear

Right now, I am having to kiss the sheepskin, furry BOOTS of a superb stranger-mistress

Behind her, waiting patiently, are the RED SNEAKERS and WHITE LEGWARMERS of my next customer

Another stranger, I believe (I never forget a pretty pair of LEGWARMERS!)

Or TATTOOED LEGS!

I'm afraid I rarely get to see my customers' faces, unless they crouch down to mock me...

...as regular customer Ms Mukta often does!

Though I'd recognise her from her BOOTS and SOCKS anyway!

I can't even begin to count the number of times I have kissed those BROWN ANKLEBOOTS!

Yes, I shall spend all of Xmas Day like any other day - kissing the BOOTS and SHOES, and admiring the SOCKS and LEGWARMERS, of my BETTERS!

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