Park-Alcove Footslave

The park-alcove footslave is surrounded by the feet and footwear of his betters as a group of friends relax around him on a bright and sunny, autumnal day:

Points to note about this scene are that:

·         The happy couple seated on the bench and resting their feet at the back of the slave’s head (or, indeed, on his head in the case of the blond master-sir) are clearly in their own little world of mutual love and adoration

·         Judging by the mud on the bottom of the young woman’s purple flip flops, this group of friends must have been out walking in the park. Still, they will all be able to scrape the mud off the soles of their shoes onto the slave’s head – should they so desire to

·         Meanwhile, the young woman with the partially shaven, burgundy-red hair is utilising the stepping-stone footslave to have her bare feet kiss-worshipped inside her cork-heeled sandals. Note how her toenails are painted dark red. We may assume, for the sake of the slave, that her feet are as clean as they can be as he is required to touch her sweet feminine foot-DNA with his lips and absorb it into his menial mouth

·         The handsome black man standing and watching the footslave at work from the corner of the alcove must, by a process of elimination, be the redhead’s boyfriend, for he appears to be taking great pleasure in seeing her having her feet kiss-respected by a much lowlier being than himself

·         Notice how his own, black and white converse sneakers are quite dirty – with even a dead leaf stuck to the front sole area of one of his sneakers. By rights, that dead leaf should now be inside the footslave’s mouth, and ultimately his stomach, since it is a dead leaf that has been sanctified by virtue of being attached to the black master-sir’s shoesole. Perhaps the black master sir will deign to permit the semi-entombed footfool to swallow the dead leaf once his girlfriend has finished having her feet kissed?

·         Meanwhile the couple on the left are each enjoying a cigarette – as is their perfect right as free citizens in a free society such as the Gynarchy (well, free for non-slaves, that is!)

·         Again, the ginger-haired master sir’s nominally white sneakers look remarkably grubby and dirty. Perhaps he has deliberately dirtied them up in anticipation of the group’s visit to the footslave alcove?

·         One thing’s for sure – if the ginger-haired master sir does deign to make use of the slave to have his sneakers lickshined, the latter must show respect for the master sir’s grey and white, argyle-patterned socks – for they are the socks of a real man; a real man, with a pretty, blonde girlfriend on his arm

·         As for that girlfriend, she too is wearing nice socks – though of the ultra-short ‘secret’ style variety. Not that they are all that secret when she is wearing a pair of bright yellow, sock-revealing ballet flats!

·         By the look on her smoker’s face she too is angling to make use of the pathetic and lowly footslave – perhaps to lickshine her yellow, flowery-patterned ballet flats to an even greater shine? Or maybe just to have him kiss and/or nuzzle her short socks? Although she appears to be a practising Christian (judging by the cross hanging from her shapely, white neck) she could, if she were so cruelly inclined, set a test for him – to nuzzle and nose her short, black socks without touching her bare footskin. Ha! Ha! It would then be ultra-easy for her to make him fail that test by ‘accidentally on purpose’ moving her pretty, socked foot with a sudden gesture which would cause the tip of the footslave’s nose to inadvertently slip onto her skin. Ha! Ha! She could then punish the footslave by kicking him in the face.

·         Indeed, they all can – for this group of bright, young things can do whatever they damn well like to the park-alcove footslave. He is their public property, and is completely at their young persons’ mercy!