Salma: offers to serve the feet of a Mistress Creole
Dear reader I welcome you to my fantasies. I look forward to read your comments. I'm not an English speaker, so the text may contain errors. Mea culpa and happy reading.
Barely installed, a young Moroccan woman approaches her. She is neither beautiful nor ugly. She is tasteless, physically unattractive. Her shapeless clothes must have a lot to do with it. Her black hair is unremarkable. She wears no make-up to enhance her appearance. Her voice as well as her gestures leaves an impression of slowness and sluggishness.
"Good afternoon! Madam, I'm Salma."
"Hello Salma. You can call me Creole mistress." Nathalie replies as she gets up to shake her hand. It is a soft and gentle hand that she meets.
"Why did you answer my announcement?" Continues Nathalie, sitting back down.
"My last mistress chased me away, so I'm looking for a new mistress to serve. I saw your announcement and your little film. It would be a pleasure for me to be your submissive at the service of your feet."
"Why did your mistress chase you away?"
"She fell in love with a man and didn't want to have a threesome with me."
"I understand." Nathalie replies thoughtfully. "What did your former mistress asked you?"
"Everything. I cleaned her house. I spent my evenings at her feet. I gave her pleasure whenever she asked for it."
"Was she bisexual?" Nathalie asked curiously.
"No, she told me that I disgusted her, that she was only attracted to men, yet from time to time she would ask me to give her a sexual release."
"Is that all?"
"Sometimes I had to serve for her guests. Depending on the case, she would put me at their disposal and I had to obey their every whim."
"Only women?"
"Men and women."
"So, you're bisexual?"
"I'm exclusively attracted to women. If my mistress asks me to give pleasure to a man, I obey. I like obeying my mistress."
"Are you willing to be submissive in public?"
"Yes, I like to show others how well I serve my mistress. Would you like me to rub your feet now?"
Nathalie is taken aback by the proposal. She did not expect it. She takes the time to think. She walked all day. With the nice weather, her feet must be dirty and smelly.
"Why not." Answers Nathalie.
Salma immediately sits down on the floor, grabs a foot and removes it. All her movements are slow and limp. She seems totally lymphatic. She places the foot on her thigh and takes hold of the other to massage it. After a few moments, she stops, takes a newspaper out of her bag and hands it to Nathalie.
"This is the Républicain lorrain. It's the biggest newspaper in France. Once you open it, no one will see you."
Nathalie is surprised. The girl is worried about her mistress's anonymity, but not her own.
"You have beautiful feet, Mistress Creole, and above all, very soft. I would be delighted to enter your service." Salma continued.
She doesn't react as the waiter clears the table and takes a new order.
"I'm sure they're delicious to lick. Would you like me to run my tongue between your toes to clean them?" Asks the young girl, still in the same slow, limp tone.
"No. Just massage them." Nathalie reacts with authority.
