Some of my customers in my public footoire-booth are just plain rude – studiously ignoring me like I am merely a piece of filth beneath their feet (which I am!)
An office footslave yearns to touch the teasing office-mistress’s sweaty, bare foot, fresh out of her shoe, with his frustrated tongue! So near and yet so far - the sweaty, soft foot of a beautiful, blonde office-mistress! She's mocking him - as is her friend and colleague! The blonde foot has literally just been liberated from its high-heel shoe! The toes are still glistening with delicious SWEAT! But his tortured tongue cannot reach them! The TOES are laughing at him! Wriggling unobtainably just above his face! 'Haha, how are you liking it, slave?... ...Don't you wanna touch my TOES?... ...Aren't they good enough for you?' Meanwhile, her sweaty, discarded shoe rests nearby... ...adding to the vinegary aroma surrounding his confined face! Oh to lick that FOOT! To clean it for the office mistress! He only wants what's best for her - and her FOOT!
The under-desk office footslave must stare at the undersides of the feet and footwear of his office superiors, and occasionally even act as their humble footrest! It’s a humiliating and degrading existence, but one he is ideally suited for, being a mere slave! An office mistress is seated at her desk with the office footslave lying below her He is legally obliged to stare up at the bottom of her office shoe Oh how he yearns to taste her dirty shoesole... ...not to mention her pedicured TOES! But she ignores him, her grainy sandal-sole hovering in the humiliating air just inches above his face! At one point, she subliminally kicks off her SHOE... ...to give her TOES room to breathe.. ...directly above the slave's upturned face! Haha, the fool must observe the lady's toes wriggling just out of reach! He instinctively sticks out his tongue in the forlorn hope of a quick taste of sweet feminine footsweat! But, although he can smell her delicate sweat, he can't touch it! Th...
Part 1 – Illegal Alien He was absolutely determined to emigrate to the Gynarchy. Richard – or rather, would-be slave Richard – was fed up with having to pretend. He was fed up with having to hide his natural submissiveness vis-Ã -vis women. He was fed up with having to enjoy his fetishes in private – a surreptitious glance at a shapely, feminine ankle here; a discreet observation of a female sock there. All he wanted was to be a slave – specifically a woman’s footslave, but the society he lived in could not cater for him. He felt very much like an outsider. The only place he felt drawn towards was the mysterious land of the Gynarchy. The Gynarchy was a closed society – a Female Police State which successfully kept the world’s media at a distance. The Gynarchy’s infamous ‘feminine firewall’ even kept the Internet at bay with a fair degree of success. But everyone knew that it was a State run by women – a Slave State, in which men, or at least some of the men, were treated as slaves. The...
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