Scuff Marks

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam orders me to kiss the scuff marks on her friend’s well-worn, bemused, brown leather BOOTS.

‘Make sure your lips touch them scuff marks on the toes of miss Courtney’s boots, dirty slave!’

‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam. It will be an honour for my lowly lips to spruce up Ms Cortney madam’s boots, madam, begging your female pardons and forgivenesses, madams?’

A slave must always apologise for touching a superior’s boots, even when he has been ordered to do so!

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam supervises my kiss-respecting of her friend's well-worn BOOTS

‘Make sure your lips touch them scuff marks on the toes of miss Courtney’s boots, dirty slave!’

‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam.'

I make sure my humble head is lower than Ms Courtney madam's SOCK as I kiss her scuffmarked BOOT-TOE

A public footslave must always remember his lowly place, which is beneath his customers' SOCKS!

Indeed, he mustn't ever think of his customers above their SOCKS!

He's a slave...

...and slaves belong at the BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS of their betters!

My lowly lips obediently embrace Ms Courtney's scuffmarked, brown-leathery BOOT-TOE!

Better to kiss REINFORCED BOOT-TOE than to feel REINFORCED BOOT-TOE slamming into one's face! 

Ms Mukta watches me like a hawk, ensuring my respectful demeanour towards her friend's scuffmarked BOOTS!

She watches as my lowly lips obediently embrace the chapped LEATHER

Meanwhile, the wearer of the BOOTS is somewhat bemused at my craven obedience!

She clearly is much less experienced in the use of public footservants than Ms Mukta!

She quizzes her friend Mukta about me as they walk away from my confined face

'Is he, like, always so submissive, Mukts?...

...Doesn't he feel, like, shame, an' that?'

The answers to Ms Courtney's incredulous questions are, of course, that - yes, I am always that submissive...

...and, yes, I do always feel shame, and that!

But I am powerless to do anything about it

I'm just a slave of everyone's FEET and FOOTWEAR!


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