What’s It Like?
I am a public footslave in the Gynarchy of Barbaria.
People often say to me, ‘What’s it like, fool? What’s it really like to be a common-or-garden, rusty-necked, head-in-the-wall footslave, and to have to kiss the feet of beautiful and haughty, young women on a typical street corner, day in and day out?’
Well, to satisfy your curiosity, here’s what it’s like:
People often say to me, ‘What’s it like, fool? What’s it really like to be a common-or-garden, rusty-necked, head-in-the-wall footslave, and to have to kiss the feet of beautiful and haughty, young women on a typical street corner, day in and day out?’
Well, to satisfy your curiosity, here’s what it’s like:
- First of all, one’s sense of humility and degradation is very much commensurate with the physical beauty of the customer-mistress. The more beautiful, and desirable, she is (such as the truly beautiful redhead you see utilising me now), the more humiliating it is for me, as a fully-functioning heterosexual male, not to be able to woo her, and to be consigned to merely lickshining the street dirt and filth off her outer shoes, especially if her footwear is deliberately dirty and unkempt!
- Furthermore, one’s sense of fear and humility increases as one’s shackled neck and head lower themselves towards the surface of the footwear being presented to you on the outstretched foot of one’s female better, for one soon gets to see the dirt and imperfections one is being required to lick clean – mud; dust; twigs; stains; dirt; scuffmarks. All of these things are about to end up inside your mouth, and off the surface of the beautiful, young woman’s shoe or boot.
- You start to feel very small, and vulnerable, when a young woman is towering over you – particularly if she is wearing oversized boots such as these (designed to make her dainty, feminine feet appear much bigger, and stronger, than they actually are) with black-feminine kneesocks; footwear that seems to tower over you, and dominate you, for an eternity (though she is actually only going to be with you for about 10 precious minutes or so)! Then you start to feel and taste the dirt on your mouth – yet you must not flinch or baulk. You are required, by law, to willingly divest this superior, young woman’s footwear of its dirt and detritus.
- If she has a freemale partner with her, your sense of humiliation is doubled, as you hear him laugh at you, and despise you – despise you for being the impotent shoe or boot licker of his pretty girlfriend.
- Meanwhile the young woman nonchalantly manoeuvres her foot from side to side – that your tongue may gain better purchase on her footwear-dirt. You must leave no dirt-stain unturned; she wants to be able to see her pretty face in them when you’ve finished!
- Only when she is satisfied with your tongueshining efforts on her first boot or shoe, will she graciously present you with her second. You must then repeat your public humility and shame.
- By now, your mouth will be tasting foul (unless the mistress has been walking through sweet-tasting dirt), but, pathetically, you are lapping up her footwear-filth. Because that is what you are – a filthy bootlicker!
- When she deems you to be finished, she turns her heels on you and walks off without so much as a by your leave. A mistress has no need to thank a mere slave for his humble tongue-ministrations on her, hopefully now shinier, if still scuffmarked and unkempt-looking, footwear. It’s your job, and you should merely be grateful to her for keeping you in unpaid employment.
- Meanwhile she’s off to make love with her boyfriend – a much better man than you, for he has her love and respect. You are, in every sense, a loser!
- And then the next customer-mistress casually steps up to the footblock. And the next…and the next…
