Poise and Aplomb

She climbs up onto the shoelick chair of POWER with poise and aplomb, before settling down on the seat and then arrogantly barking her female orders down at me:

‘Lickshine my shoes, feetslavey. And make sure you get all the gunk and dirt off of them, an’ that!’

Her tone may be one of derisiveness and contempt for me, but my response to her must be delivered in the most respectful of submissive slavespeak and inflected as a question (since a mere slave like me can never assert anything as fact!)

‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. It will be my honour, most beautiful mistress-madam miss?’

The casually clad mistress climbs up onto the shoelick stand of POWER with poise and aplomb

‘Lickshine my shoes, feetslavey. And make sure you get all the gunk and dirt off of them, an’ that!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. It will be my honour, most beautiful mistress-madam miss?’

I put my tongue where my menial mouth is - onto her SNEAKER LEATHER!

'And DON'T look above my SOCK, feetslavey!'

'Yes, mistress madam. I mean, no, pretty mistress-madam miss?'

This is an easy stipulation to obey! What slave in his right mind would ever want to look away from such a beautiful SOCK?

So many soft SOCK STITCHES to admire!

And to COUNT!

And all whilst having the 'honour' of lickshining the pretty SOCK-WEARER'S SHOE...

...and tasting where she has been?

I admire and worship the pretty stranger, and her SOCKS, as much as she, quite rightly, despises me!