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Trial By Socksniffing

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This Gynarchy footslave must identify his mistress's SOCKS through smell alone, otherwise he shall be WHIPPED! A Gynarchy magistrate master-sir shall be the judge of the footslave's sock-sniffing trial Blindfolded, the pathetic old foot slavey must sniff, but not touch  the SOCKED FEET of three beautiful young women... ...and attempt to correctly identify the presumably familiar aroma of his own mistress's SOCKS Unbeknownst to the slave, the first SOCKS he must sniff belong to a stranger... ...a blonde girl who has absolutely no connection to the slave His mistress is waiting patiently on the next  chair for her SOCKS to be sniffed If he could see  them, he would recognise them instantly! But will he be able to identify them through smell  alone? The third pair of SOCKS he will have to sniff are as spurious as the first They belong to a bemused Japanese girl The slave will have to correctly identify his mistress's SOCKS, otherwise the WHIP awaits his back!
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Privilege To Be looked Down Upon

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In my lowly line of work, as a public footservant, it is truly a privilege to be looked down upon by my esteemed and revered customers as I kiss-respect their feet!  A superb  potential customer mistress approaches my confined face She stops to look down upon me 'Kiss my foot, dirty slave... ...and kiss it very well!' 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.' She looks down upon me every bit as much as I look up to her Figuratively speaking, of course For I am physically unable to look up at her above the SOCK! Still, just serving her SHOES and SOCKS, and paying my respects to them, is privilege enough... ...for the likes of lowly me! Meanwhile,m she has stopped looking down on me, if only to focus on her text messages... ...whilst I continue to look up to her SOCKS! I wish I were skilled enough and had the capacity to offer to smooth out the wrinkles in her SOCKS for her! But I'm just a weed amongst weeds... ...a down-in-the-dirt, weedy old footslave! She ha...
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My Lowly Lickspittle Life

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A slave’s life is all work and no play. I never get a day off; never get to go anywhere; never get a break. All day and every day (and sometimes at night) I must kneel and tongueshine shoes – the shoes of my betters. And not glamorous shoes, but ordinary, everyday shoes. Plus, I must do so with the utmost slavish humility and respect, or my customers will likely use the nearby WHIP on me! None of my esteemed customers ever has a friendly word to say to me. My only verbal communication with them is to humbly acknowledge their haughtily barked-down orders. My one consolation in my lowly, lickspittle life is that I get to study their intimate foot garments, in the form of their SOCKS. Meagre consolation, I know. But a lickspittle slave must take whatever consolation he can get! I am largely ignored by the customer as I dutifully lickshine her sneakers And rightly so, for I'm just a lowly, lickspittle footslave She has much more important things to concentrate on, such as listening t...
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