<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Magpie eased her aching joints out of the shape she had held for so long and slipped into the familiar position of the kneel, her small feet tucked to one side, her back straight and her eyes downcast.<br/></span><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>“You did well pet, but you just let yourself down at the end there”  </em></span></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>"Please forgive me, Miss Jazmine." She replied as she settled appropriately before her Mistress's magnificent feet, her self-disappointment evident from her genuinely remorseful tone of voice. She hated to fail.<br/><br/>The trembling in her limbs sent the occasional shiver through her body as they regained their stability and her eyes focused on the soft holds of leather-encased foot before her, listening intently to her Mistress's voice as she commanded her: </span><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em><br/>“ I think you should honour the boots, show me how much they arouse you, I do not want a word, just do it.  Once we have concluded our business here we will retire, I have a need to explore your body and see what areas are most sensitive to my new crop.” </em></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Magpie flinched slightly as the crop struck the font of her mistress's boot close to her sore, throbbing nipples and cried aloud as, a second later, the crop actually struck down them, settling a ripple of fire across her chest. Gasping a little from the unexpected blow she replied with alacrity, "My pleasure, Miss." and gently took the proffered foot in her hands, cradling it gently like the precious object she perceived it to be. <br/><br/>She began by laying sweet butterfly kisses over the toes and arches of the shoe, dutifully taking her time, her soft pink lips leaving a slight indent with each placement. Slowly she moved down to the shoe's underside where she lovingly began to lick the rough rubber sole, with long sensuous laps, teasing the leather sides with her quick darts of her tongue as if her mistress's feet were another part of her anatomy all together. Reverently she turned the leather-clad wonder slightly with her hands, taking the weight of her mistress's foot so that she didn't have to and giving her busy mouth access to every area of the shoe. She suppressed a small moan as she finished her adoration of Mistress Jazmine's left foot by sucking on the ends of her laces, drawing the strings into and out of her mouth and wrapping them around her agile tongue.<br/><br/>Gently she slipped further down into her knees, guiding her mistress's foot as she did so, till her mouth reached the shoe resting on the floor. Leaving her neck and shoulders supporting the left foot she dutifully began work, with lips and tongue, upon Mistress Jazmine's  superbly clad right foot.<br/> </span><br/>