Femdom Oddities Vol 1
1. Move, slave! Work!
2. Footoire Footwasher
I work in a specialist footoire; my humble job is to remove the shoes and socks of my customer masters and mistresses, and wash their dirty, sweaty feet.
Here you see a typical customer-mistress entering my booth, and ordering me to wash her sweaty feet:
As you can see, the mistress is very beautiful, sand is wearing heavy, beige brown, scuffmarked workboots with reinforced toes, and thick, black cotton bootsocks.
I humbly invite the fat customer-mistress to sit down, and then proceed to remove her heavy boots and sweaty socks from her beautiful, feminine feet, before placing her bare feet in the footwash-bowl and beginning my humble task:
Whilst I am performing her feet-ablutions the haughty customer-mistress stares nonchalantly into space. That’s because she, quite rightly, despises me – her humble, public footwasher:
On completion of my humble task, after I have dried her feet and gently re-socked and re-booted her, and with the footwash-tub with its dirty, female footwater discreetly pushed to one side, she orders me to kiss her feet – which I do with all due humility and respect, since she is clearly my superior and better:
Again, whilst I am kissing her scuffmarked, outstretched boot-toes, she looks down on me with righteous, feminine contempt:
Before showing me the backs of her scuffmarked heels, and exiting my booth without a word of thanks to the dirty footoire slave below her – as befits a self-assured and beautifully fat footmistress with freshly washed feet:
3. Hotel-Bedroom Ornament
The hotel-bedroom footslave is nothing more than a rusty-necked ornament…
…who must stare at the feet of his betters through the rusty bars of his headcage…
…whilst they, for their part, look down upon him with righteous contempt!
4. No Succour
The beautiful, Indian girl hasn’t come to offer him succour. Rather, she has come to make him suffer…
…with her sneakers and socks!
Serves him right – he’s just a dumb prisoner-slave in the stocks!
5. The Lonesome Bootslave
Mistress is staring into space; I am staring at her boot. Although she is bored and lonely, she will not deign to talk to me, since I am, quite literally, beneath her, and she is too good for me.
6. Birthday Slaveboy
Nobody cares that it’s the lowly, head-in-the-wall, public footslave’s birthday. They just require him to respectfully kiss their dirty feet – as they would any other day!
