Without Giving Me A Second Thought

It’s late afternoon, and my pretty, 21-year-old mistress, Ms Kerionne madam, is returning home from a visit to the shops to buy some fags. As is so often the case, she is gabbling away on her phone to one of her mates, so her interactions with me, her front porch footslave, are entirely subliminal as she automatically presents each of her booted feet to my menial mouth for respect-kissing without giving me so much as a second thought!

And rightly so, for I am just another piece of her hallway furniture, as far as she is concerned.

The front door opens and my pretty mistress steps over the threshold...

...as always, nattering away on her phone to one of her friends

Her booted feet subliminally stop in front of me - the human welcome mat

And then, equally subliminally, her dirty right boot-toe is unceremoniously shoved towards my menial mouth for routine respect-kissing

Swiftly followed by her left boot toe

I am, of course, deeply enamoured by my mistress's SOCK - the CREASES; the BOBBLING; the STITCHES!

All the while, she continues to ignore me as she chatters away happily on her phone high above me

It sounds like she may be chatting with her 'bestie', Ms Shaniqua madam, for she's speaking in Patois, not that it's any of my damn business!

My only business is to welcome my mistress home by kissing her BOOTS!

She switches her feet several times in front of my face...

...almost like she's forgotten whether I've already kissed each boot or not?

Then, subconsciously satisfied that I have performed my lowly duty, she heads on down the hallway towards the living room, still chatting on her phone!

My humbling view of her departing BOOTS...

...and SOCKS!


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