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All Night Shoe Smeller

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My master and mistress often kindly leave their worn, smelly shoes beneath my face overnight for me to sniff. For a slave like me, it is an enormous privilege to live with the aroma of his betters' shoes. My masters' shoes are piled up around my face I must breathe in their stale foot aroma It might appear as if it is one of my master Simon sir's loafers that is closest to my face It certainly dominates my lowly, shoe-sniffing field of vision But in actuality, my nugatory nose is buried inside the heel of one of my mistress's  shoes I can smell her SOCK! Or, at least, the lingering aroma of her socksweat What a privilege! What an honour! To smell the insides of the shoes my betters have been walking in! And to observe, at close quarters, the dirt and grime on their well-used shoes! Truly, this is where I belong - surrounded by the footwear of my betters! How many thousands  of times must I have kissed those loafers whilst my master Simon was wearing them? And likewise m...
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Lonely Sense Of Belonging

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Late evening. Cold. Lonely. Background muffled traffic. Otherwise silence. Waiting. Hoping. Hoping for company. A brief encounter with my masters’ feet. Door creaks open. Happy voices speak to one another. Not to me. Footsteps. Then loafers. And socks. Unfriendly in my face. I kiss. Swiftly followed by sneakers. And again socks. I kiss. The feet move on. Leaving me cold. And warm. I belong. And it won’t be long. Until they return.
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His Place On The Piazza

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Slavey must kneel silently next to his master and mistress’s feet in the piazza café and study their SOCKS whilst they enjoy a refreshing drink together high above him. Slavey knows his lowly place on the piazza, which is at the FEET of his master and mistress beneath their cafe table... ...studying their SOCKS! He knows he is not fit to even think  of his masters above their SOCKS! Every SOCK CREASE must be diligently studied... ...and admired! Though he must also ponder how each SOCK CREASE got there, and how to fix each crease later Moreover, although his feckless face is closest to his mistress's  SOCKED ANKLES, he must not neglect his master's SOCKS... ...for they are the SOCKS of his mistress's chosen sexual partner... ...her handsome husband! The master's SOCKS therefore own him too! These people are, quite frankly, his infinite BETTERS! The slavey knows he is fit only to look them in the SOCK!
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Giving Their Blessing

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A Gynarchy monk-sir gives his blessing to the domination and public humiliation of a gynarchy slave by his master and mistress in the street. Indeed, the magnificent monk-sir positively enjoys witnessing the slave’s degradation, as do all the men in this scene, since they aren’t the ones having to grovel at a pretty lady’s feet! Three mighty men give their blessings to the young woman having her feet kissed The down-in-the-dirt slave must kiss-respect the decorative buckle in the shape of a cross on her shoe-toe In so doing, he pays humble homage to the young woman and her holiness But, from his lowly perspective, it is better to KISS FEET... ...than to FEEL WHIP... ...The WHIP of her handsome BEAU who rests his BOOTED FOOT on the slave's back! The young woman herself, the subject of the slave'a adoration, is amused at his humbleness... ...as are all the mighty men in the scene, including the Gynarchy magistrate gentleman-sir ...with his BOOTS and his WALKING CANE! But it is t...
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