Parents' Evening

My mistress Mukta has me kiss-greet her parents’ feet whenever they enter her home. I always do so most humbly and respectfully, as befits a household slave greeting his esteemed mistress’s mother and father.

Ms Mukta’s parents, and her husband, are rightly proud of her and her mastery over me, for I spend much of my lowly life kissing feet in this happy household – the feet of my betters!

Kiss-greeting my mistress's mother's feet...

...with the utmost slavish respect!

My mistress's father's socked and sandalled feet shall be next...

...magnificent man that he is!

meanwhile my mistress Mukta looks down upon me stony-faced...

...her WHIP demanding my obedience!

Needless to say, my mistress Mukta's own feet have often been kiss-respected by my lowly, frightened lips!

As have those of her superb chain-smoking husband...

...my master Simon sir!

But, for now, my menial mouth must focus on paying labial homage to the shoes of the matriarch of the family...

...as I languish down amongst the FEET, SHOES, SANDALS and SOCKS of my betters

And rightly so, for this is where I belong!

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