Barely Noticed

The pretty guest barely even notices the humble, household footslave kissing her FEET as she is welcomed by her host

The slave is barely noticed as he performs the routine ritual of kiss-greeting a houseguest's FEET

The slave's mistress welcomes her guest with open arms...

...whilst the latter expresses her delight at being here!

The slave, meanwhile, kiss-greets the pretty guest's FEET, as he is required to do by Law

He makes sure to kiss her close to her SOCK, out of respect for it

The guest even subliminally manages to switch her FEET in front of the kneeling slave's face...

...though she still isn't focusing on him!

And why should she? He's nobody important. Just a thing that kisses FEET!

He makes sure to do it very well, though, given his mistress's predilection for using the WHIP on him!

Still without acknowledging him, the guest moves towards her hostess as soon as her FEET have been kissed

The two ladies continue to greet each other high above the slave...

...who remains kneeling in the dirt at their FEET, where he belongs!


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