Passing On By

Sadly for the municipal footslave, there are many pairs of shoes and socks which simply pass on by him on a daily basis as people get on with their busy lives – shoes and socks he would dearly love to lickshine or nuzzle.

Take, for example, this happy, young couple who are off on their holidays. They don’t even give the lowly, municipal footservant a second thought as they pull their heavy suitcases along the dirty, wet pavement in front of him. But he is yearning for them to stop so that he might pay homage to their feet and footwear:

·       He would first of all like to kiss-respect the beautiful young woman’s black leather, loafer shoes. They are remarkably clean and shiny looking, which is presumably why she has not bothered to stop for a quick lickshine on her way to the airport. But even if her shoes do not require the slavish attentions of his tongue and lips, the slave would truly relish the opportunity to at least nose her bright red socks – to trace the tip of his footslave nose along the parallel curves in the narrow lines of vertical stitching in her bright red, cotton socks, thereby following the contours of her shapely, feminine ankles – out of respect for her, and her socks.
·       Similarly, he would relish the opportunity to pay his labial respects to the man’s shoes. The man – evidently the young woman’s lucky sexual partner – isn’t wearing any socks, but his bare, bony ankles equally deserve to be respected, being covered as they are in various skin blemishes and varicose veins. They are the ankles of a manly and sexually active master-sir – a man who is everything the footslave is not. A real man!

Oh, but the happy couple are oblivious to the footslave’s pathetic yearnings for their feet and footwear! They continue to callously pass on by him. Indeed, the best the pathetic, municipal footslave can hope for is that they will stop by him on their way backfrom their holidays, in some 10 days’ time, to at least permit him to taste where they have been, on the soles of their shoes. For, unlike them, this footslave isn’t going anywhere on vacation, and he never will do.

And rightly so – for he is just a slave.








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