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To Be Used By All

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A bright and intelligent young woman of the Gynarchy, who is a smoker to boot, and who has apparently just witnessed my humiliation at the sneakered feet of another man who is better than me, stops to mock me and to tease me with her own sneakers and socks. She asks me how I had liked it, having to kiss another man’s feet? Didn’t I feel shame? Don’t I feel worthless and used? I humbly and respectfully reply to the pretty mistress-madam that I do indeed feel used, but that that is precisely what I’m here for – to be used by all as a footslave, begging the madam’s pardon miss? I then obsequiously and politely invite the pretty mistress-madam to use me also. She laughs at me and condescends to do so, though she warns me NOT to look at her above the SOCK – a stipulation I am only too happy to comply with, since I know I am not worthy to look at her, or at anyone for that matter, above their SOCKS!  Mockingly and sarcastically asking me how I had liked it - kissing another man's fee...
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He 'Aint Heavy, He's My Customer-Master Sir

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A slightly portly master-sir approaches me in order to use me to have his sneakered feet kiss-respected. I am powerless to prevent him from doing so, both physically and legally, since the Laws of the Gynarchy state that any freemale master-sir can use me, on account of his being, by definition, a superior man to me. I'm just a slave. This master-sir, though a complete stranger whom I have never met before, is perfectly entitled to use me I'm just a public footslave, which means just that - a slave of the general public... ...including master-sirs! He, quite rightly, looks down upon me as he shoves his sneakered foot onto my lowly lips I am equally subordinate to his SOCK! MUST show slavish respect for this stranger's SHOES and SOCKS! For they are the SHOES and SOCKS of a much better man than me! Compared to him, I'm just a weed... ...fit only to taste where he has been! I should deem it an honour  to be allowed to even touch his dirty sneaker-toes with my menial mouth...
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Casual Contempt

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A magnificent customer master-sir demonstrates his casual contempt for me by arrogantly picking his nose high above me whilst I diligently lickshine his shoes, and then using the same nose-picking finger to point towards his dirty shoelaces as he haughtily commands me to tongue-attend to them also! A customer master-sir arrogantly and unashamedly picks his nose above me whilst I lickshine his shoes He does so 'unasahamedly' because I don't count He is therefore, subconsciously, demonstrating his freemale contempt for me And rightly so, sir, for I am a lesser being than you, master-sir I am fit only to lick this man's SHOES... ...whilst admiring his SOCKS! My face is so close to his SOCK, I can make out the individual STITCHES... ...as my tongue tastes where he has been from his SHOELEATHER! This man is so much better than me! 'Clean them laces, boy!' I hear a young woman passer-by laughing at me as she witnesses my shoelace-shining efforts! She too clearly holds...
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