The Freshers’ Footslave
They may all be 18 or 19 year old, fresh-faced, female freshers – but that doesn’t necessarily mean that their feet smell fresh!
It is always a tense time for the university campus footslave – female fresher’s week! How will the fresh intake’s feet smell inside their, invariably scruffy and unkempt, student-girl sneakers, boots, shoes, nylons and socks as they line up for their first public footkiss from the campus footslave outside their new halls of residence?
My remit is to show all the new, young college ladies fulsome, and wholesome, footslavish respect; and to make them all feel welcome. Perhaps inevitably, though, there are some whom I take an instant liking or dislike to (for I am only subhuman, after all):
I very much like:
· The seemingly oversized, flat brown leather loafers and short, dark, sheer-nylon ‘trouser socks’ of a petite and comely, Pakistani-girl mistress. What particularly enamours me to her, and her footwear, is not just the incongruously large size of her shoes (they may even be hand-me-downs!), but the clearly defined, reinforced black strip of nylon around her brown-skinned ankletops as she jubilantly stretches forth each Pakistani-female foot beneath my kneeling face for welcome-kissing. This is evidently a brand new and exciting experience for her – having a slave at her feet – and her enthusiasm and excitement is infectious; I kiss her large shoes fervently!
· The low-heeled, round-toed, laced-up, brown leather ankleboots, and sluttily long, black, thigh-length cotton socks, of an otherwise somewhat plain-looking, bespectacled, brunette-haired girl. I particularly like her because her long, black socks tower dominantly above me as I tongue-worship her scuffmarked boot-toes, and yet her spectacles and otherwise demurely-intelligent appearance suggest that butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. I like that she is trying to be someone that she is not, and look forward to the sting of her campus whip – for a young lady such as this is bound to resort to the use of the communal whip in order to exert her unnatural authority over me!
· The leopard print ankleboots and scrunched-up, calf-length, black cotton socks of a nose-pierced, redhaired, miniskirt-wearing punk-girl. I particularly like the way her thick, scrunched-up socks brush against my forehead as I lower my head to her leopard-skin, ankleboot toes. Now this young woman surely is a natural dominant; ironically, I shall probably feel the sting of her lash less often, as she is confident in her own mistressly power and authority – as evidenced by her contemptuous spitting on me after I welcome-kiss her rebellious-girl, pointy, leopard print boot-toes.
· The beige brown, flat-heeled, laced-up, ankle-length desert boots, and pale grey anklesock-tops, of a dark-haired and sultry, French-girl mistress. Ooh la la! She is one of a legion of foreign French girls this year – a veritable army of francophone female-student power! I must practise my French, so that I can better understand and obey their orders, and respond respectfully to my young French mistresses in their native language. For, even though they are studying on English-speaking, Gynarchy soil, they cannot be expected to bully and berate a male slave in his native tongue – since the inferior must always submit to the superior
· The sombre, no-nonsense, black anklesocks and brown, strappy, peep-toe, wedge-heeled, cork sandals of a surly, black, African-Caribbean mistress. I like the fact that her socks are fully on display – socks with sandals always work for me on a beautiful, young woman’s feet, as I get to really smell the socks! This is no fashion faux-pas on her part, but rather her way of imposing her feet smells on me, whilst at the same time maintaining the religious-black-girl modesty of her feet!
· The blue flash, low-top sneakers and speckled grey and brown anklesocks of a feisty-looking Indian girl in an ultra-short pair of blue shorts! I like both the blue/grey combo of her socks and sneakers, and the grey/brown combo of her socks, set against the exotic backdrop of her smooth, bare, brown, beautiful Indian girl legskin. I don’t know whether she’s upper caste, middle caste or lower caste. All I do know is that she’s better than me – being young, free and female (as opposed to old, enslaved and male!). I therefore do more than just kiss her dusty, blue sneaker-toes – I reverentially cup her sneakers between my hands as my lips descend onto her shoeleather. She doesn’t flinch from having her feet kissed – from which I surmise that she must be upper-caste, and therefore used to having servants at home.
· The flat-heeled, heavily-buckled, calf-length, black leather, biker boots and soft, grey kneesocks of a stylishly clad, bright-red-lipsticked, blonde supermodel-type mistress. I like kissing her dusty biker boots because I can already tell she is turning freemale heads on campus. She is a highly desirable, young woman – and therefore well out of my league! And she knows it – as does everyone else on campus. It therefore amuses them to see me paying my footslavish respects to her, and fawning over her buckled-up footwear, as though she was more than just a dumb blonde studying ‘fashion design’, and is much cleverer than me (this despite my being a professor of Ancient Teutonic languages in my previous, pre-slave life!).
· The cute, black, suede leather pixie-boots and red-heart-logoed, white cotton anklesocks of a stunningly beautiful, mixed-race Mauritian girl (Indian & Chinese?). I like her for her exoticism, and the sweet, red logos on the sides of her exciting socks. In another world this young woman would pose a threat to no-one – but here in the Gynarchy I am very much in her female power and at her female mercy. The freemale students, in particular, laugh at my pathetic subservience to such sweet feminine footwear.
· The skinny-socked legs of a grey-calflength-sock and black-leather-ankleboot wearing, heavily bespectacled ‘nerd’ girl. It would truly be an honour to kneel silently by her skinny-socked and prominent, nerd-girl anklebones during lectures, and to feast my lowly eyes on her superior, grey sock-stitches whilst she absorbs yet more knowledge and wisdom high above me! So what if her spindly legs lack the natural shapeliness of some of the other young women? Are they not the feet, legs, boots and socks of my female younger and better – and thus deserving of my middle-aged, maleslave respect?
· The teasingly diamond-pattern-stitched, pure white, lacy-topped anklesocks, and shiny black, laced-up, fancily-stitched, oxford-style shoes of a shorts-wearing, slutty student-girl with pockmarked, bare legs beneath her bright yellow hotpants. I would dearly love to kiss each and every red pockmark on her lower legs (only below the knee, of course – since any higher would take me way beyond my footslave-remit!). I particularly like the way this slutty, dark-haired and dark-complexioned, young (Romany?) woman stands with one Oxford shoe coquettishly pointing inwards towards the other whilst I lay my lips on them both! And as for her diamond-stitched socks – well, they afford me a furtive and tantalising view of her dark-complexioned, Romany-girl ankleskin underneath! Respect!
· The sheer, black nylon, holey, kneelength popsocks, worn with a short skirt and beige-brown desert boots again, of a devil-may-care black girl. Like her white, French Foreign Legion compatriot, she orders me to ‘baisez les pieds, esclave’, rather than kiss her feet. She doesn’t care that her bare, black calf-skin is visible in places through the holes in her dark-nylon popsocks. Indeed, one has to wonder if the holes might not even be ‘designer’ holes – designed to expose lower, black French girl legskin to the desert-boot kissing footslave (or, indeed, to any superior free man who likes the sultry, nylon-popsock look). Sheer class!
· The thick-black-laced, black brothel creepers, and thin, black, nylon anklesocks of a beer-guzzling, summer-dress-wearing (even though it’s Autumn), blonde girl. Clearly a fun-time, party-loving girl. Oh to be lying on one’s back beneath the black, rubbery-ridged, brothel-creeper soles of the life and soul of the freshers’ party, whilst she gets hammered above one!
I take an instant dislike to:
· Well, all of the above, really! For they all stink of musty, sweaty, unkempt boot and shoe leather; and female-freshers’ feminine foot and sock odour. Like I said, fresh-faced – but not fresh-footed!
I shall no doubt become intimately acquainted with all of these new girls’ individual, stinky foot and footwear smells over the coming semester as they settle into college, and regularly use me to polish and launder their dirty shoes, boots, nylons and socks in my capacity as the female-freshers’ complimentary, communal, campus footslave!
That’s what I’m here for – to be used and abused whilst they study and party; and my new, fresh-faced, foot-odorous mistresses are all made to feel very welcome! For I am a good and diligent freshers’ footslave!
Of course, some female-freshers – who are lucky enough to qualify for a Gynarchy scholarship – get a personal, off-campus footslave in their private digs, thrown in by the authorities for the duration of their studies. It’s good practice for when they eventually leave college with their female degrees, and enter the modern, female-dominated workplace.
The Fresher-Girl's Personal Sockslave by patheticus on GoAnimate
