Inside The Footoire Booth

On the streets of the Gynarchy there are many private booths (resembling portaloos) which are known as ‘Public Footoires’…

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… cubicles where a lady can sit and have her footwear spruced up by a rusty-necked, floorhead footslave…

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…with a look of self-righteous (but perfectly justifiable) contempt and disdain writ large on her pretty, superior face:

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Though, of course, not all customers using the footoire are so full of hatred and contempt for the footslave at their feet. Some may even kindly throw him some small crumbs of comfort from their lunchtime sandwiches, since they know all he normally gets to eat is boot and shoe dirt!

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…However, if truth be told, what he really desires to taste is their toenail varnish, so accustomed is he to feminine toe-tastes!

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The ungrateful wretch! But, fortunately for him, the kindly customer-mistress is merely amused at his humble, acquired tastes:

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Needless to say, not all customer-mistresses’ feet are as ‘appetising’ as the beautiful, black office-girl’s pedicured feet in strappy, high-heeled sandals:

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But a public footoire slave has no option but to taste the rough with the smooth – plain, black loafers along with pretty sneakers and sandals:

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However disinterested and dispassionate the owner and wearer of the footwear may seem in his humble ministrations:

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Some bright, young couples use the public footoire booth as a place in which to make out:

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At such times, the humble role of the footoire-slave is to discreetly observe and admire the mistress’s sneakers and socks. Nothing more and nothing less…

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…the sneakers and socks of his mighty, female better!

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