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Night Time On The Toepath

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Day and night I must serve on the toepath – kissing the feet of passers-by. That’s all I ever do – kiss feet. I’m garbage like that! A young Asian woman approaches me down the toepath at night A stranger. I'm confident I have not encountered her feet or footwear before! She may possibly be Korean? It's difficult to tell, since she doesn't speak to me - just shoves her RIGHT BOOT in front of my face! I instinctively pucker up and kiss the outstretched, Korean BOOT TOE Simultaneously, I admire the SCUFFMARKS on the side of her BOOT As well as her SOCK STITCHING, of course! It's amazing how much detail you can take in as a lowly footslave when kissing a customer's BOOTS! I hear the click of her cameraphone as she takes a humiliating picture of me to send to her friends She then, silently, switches her BOOTED FEET in front of my face... ...before pressing 'Send' on the ignominious photo of me! I am powerless to stop her, of course. I must just accept that I am a...

Regular Strollers

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Local girl Ms Mukta and her husband often stroll along their favourite toepath, and will usually kindly stop so that I may pay my slavish respects to the lady’s SNEAKERS! The happy couple, strolling along the toepath...  ...through the weeds... ...until they come to the biggest weed of all - me! Their feet stop in front of me... ...before Ms Mukta's right SNEAKER is unceremoniously shoved in front of my face No verbal order is forthcoming, but it's clear what I must do - kiss it! She then switches to her left foot, ably supported by her manly husband 'Kiss the dirtiest parts, slave!' , barks Ms Mukta madam down at me! Her husband is amused, and so proud of her! As she sneers down at me... ...he laughs at me... ...his wife's DIRTY-SNEAKER kisser! This is all I am good for - tasting where my betters have been in their SHOES! My lowly lips embrace rightly arrogant Ms Mukta's SNEAKER DIRT... ...beneath her SOCK... ...whilst her husband's approving LOAFERS and SO...

Good For Her Soul

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I often encounter local girl Ms Mukta madam when she’s out for her early morning run along the ‘toepath’ by the canal, where the authorities have placed me as a humble-head footslave. Despite her desire to keep fit, she often stops by me for a breather and in order to have her feet kissed, which is good for her soul. And for mine! I hear the familiar early-morning footsteps of local girl Ms Mukta's running shoes along the toepath I brace myself for a 'pit stop' as her shoes get ever closer to my face Sure enough, they stop directly in front of my toepath face and kindly ask me how I am doing... ...before the right running shoe is ignominiously presented to my menial mouth for kissing Ms Mukta madam is friendly, but not that  friendly! Like any customer, she, quite rightly, demands slavish respect from me 'Keep your eyes on the SOCK, slave!' 'I don't want you looking at me, or even thinking about me, above the SOCK!' 'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I...