39 year old, brunette-haired, customer-mistress Ffion could, I suppose, be seen as a somewhat annoying person by her more uncharitable, fellow free citizens – self-obsessed; stuck-up; and pernickety! But to me – a public footservant – she is a very special goddess who MUST be respected and obeyed whenever she deigns to grace my public footbooth with her superior presence. For, in the Gynarchy of Barbaria, a customer-mistress is not only always right; she is never wrong! As she haughtily takes up her seat of power above me I know I am in for a long haul. She will demand my full and absolute attention to her beautiful boot and socks for at least the next hour or so, and will direct my every minute tongue movement. Today she is wearing her ubiquitous flat-heeled, chunky, round-toed, black leather, laced-up, uniform ankleboots (she is some sort of security guard by profession) along with a pair of thick, grey-striped, cotton bootsocks which are attractively scrunched up beneath her del...