Comforting
Generally speaking, the subway footslave hates his life – permanently confined down amongst the dirty feet of thousands of daily commuters; having to kiss and lick those feet, and being punished by kicks to the face if he fails to show sufficient humility and respect towards his betters.
But occasionally, just occasionally, he finds some crumbs of comfort in his miserable existence. Like, for example, when subway security-guard mistress, miss Anna, sits next to him on the subway stairs in order to enjoy a sneaky cigarette, thereby inadvertently giving him a close-up and very personal view of her shiny, black leather, uniform boot – and, if he is really lucky, a glimpse of the top of her plain grey, uniform bootsock, thanks to the accidental twisting of her blue uniform trouser-hem.
Of course, she is not displaying her boot and sock to him deliberately, or in order to bring comfort to him in any way. Ms Anna madam doesn’t give a damn about a slave! But the mere aroma of her highly-polished bootleather is enough to bring comfort to his lowly brain; and the peripheral view of her sock sends him into paroxysms of discreet, footslavish pleasure – since he knows it is the sock of a uniformed goddess; of a female creature who is his infinite better.
He even takes comfort from knowing that her sock is higher than him, for it gives him something to aspire to – to be a girl’s sock; intimately connecting to her footskin, and submerged in her foot juices. Who knows what manner of foot-nastiness may be going on inside that sock – bunions; verrucae; fungal toenail infections; dead, flaky footskin? And yet it is the booted and socked foot of a beautiful young woman of power, whose punishment baton is ever ready to strike him across the face should he show even a modicum of disrespect towards his betters.
Yes, the pathetic subway footslave takes comfort in the sight, smell, and very thought of subway security-guard mistress Anna’s powerful black leather boot and grey cotton bootsock. How pathetic is that!
