Toering Tormentress

A Japanese master-sir gives me very clear and concise instructions with regards to my kissing of his girlfriend’s feet:

‘You kiss my pretty girlfriend foot, slave. Kiss only toe ring. Lips not touch skin; nail. Only ring. You touch my girlfriend skin or nail I punish you. You a dirty slave. You obey!’

I try my best to obey the master-sir, but, needless to say, my best can never be good enough!

'You kiss my pretty girlfriend foot, slave...

...Kiss only toe ring. Lips not touch skin; nail. Only ring...

...You touch my girlfriend skin or nail I punish you. You a dirty slave. You obey!’

My humbling view of the female toe ring in question

It looks worryingly narrow!

How on earth am I supposed to avoid inadvertently brushing my lips against the wearer's toeskin? 

But those are my orders, and a master-sir's orders must be obeyed!

The young-woman-wearer of the toe ring presents her toeringed foot to me for respect-kissing

I lower my lips towards the gold-plated metal

Inevitably, and despite my best efforts, my lower lip touches her forbidden toenail, and my nose brushes her toe cleavage!

I can only hope and pray that the perfect young woman doesn't say anything...

...or that her belligerent boyfriend doesn't notice

Of course, he does! 'Dirty slave, why you disobey your masters?...

...You want touch Japanese-girl footskin? Maybe you like touch Japanese man footskin?'

And with that, he angrily kicks off his right sandal and shoves his bare, right foot onto my confined face!

The foot smells cheesy - not pedicured, like his girlfriend's foot!

I can feel as well as smell his sweaty plantar on my face

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating!

To have another man's foot on my face!

An angry man, though his girlfriend is just giggling!

I glance over towards the golden toering I have failed to kiss-respect properly!

Oh for the opportunity to try again, and to verbally apologise to the offended, feminine toenail!

Truly, I am surrounded by the feet of my betters!

Their feet; their toes; their sandals...

...How appropriate for a foot slave!

After all, cheesy feet are my daily bread and butter!

Other people's cheesy feet!


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