Stocks-Footslave

Here we see a public footslave in the somewhat unusual position of being simultaneously confined as a prisoner in the stocks (or, more accurately in a ‘pillory’) whilst also working full-time as a public shoelick. His customers, such as the bright and intelligent young woman we currently see seated before him, are seated in a truly high seat of power, with their feet resting on a wooden pallet attached to the pillory at his face level, thereby enabling him to lickshine their dirty shoes or boots. 

So what can we say about this scene in more detail?

Well, firstly it must be obvious to everyone that the young woman is the slave’s infinite better. I mean, she’s not the one kneeling in the dirt, with her head and arms confined in ignominious wood, and with another human being’s dirty feet in her face! No, the male slave is her inferior in every sense of the word – and it shows.

See how she haughtily ignores him as he humbly tongue-attends to her black leather ankleboots. That’s because she is engaged in a telephone conversation with her boyfriend high above him. She is not interested in the slave – sexually or in any other way – though she is, subconsciously, twisting and turning her booted foot to better enable his tongue to gain purchase on the dirtiest parts. He should be grateful to her for subliminally making his job easier! 

Note how that twisting and rolling of her dainty, feminine foot is also causing her sock to crease. Those socks are interesting (for the pathetic slave) because, whilst from a distance they look to be white bootsocks, close-up and personal you can see that they are actually black socks with a white trim (and, presumably, white heels and reinforced toe areas to boot?). The public slave is fascinated by his customers’ socks – all of them – since they are such a warm and intimate foot garment, and his customers’ choice of sockwear says a lot about them (or so he thinks) not that he ever gets to touch their socks, not even with his mouth, being a mere shoe and boot lick.

So what do this young, blonde woman’s black and white socks say about her? Not a lot really – they were just a pair of socks she threw on her feet this morning without hardly even thinking about them. But for the slave who is currently admiring her socktops, as he tastes where she has been walking, they represent her feistiness, being neither one thing nor the other – neither just black socks, nor just white. To his menial mind they represent her power and authority over him, as they keep him guessing about the heel and toe areas – are they white, or black? He would loveto know, but will probably never find out – unless the young-woman wearer of the socks initiates a conversation with him about them, as that is the Law here in the Gynarchy. A public footservant may onlytalk to a customer about their footwear– nothing else; and then only if the superior customer has initiated the conversation.

And, to be honest, in the present circumstances, that doesn’t seem likely, so engrossed is the young woman in her conversation with her boyfriend over the phone. The slave isn’t eavesdropping as such, but he can just about hear a young man’s voice on the other end of the phone, and from the one side of the conversation he can hear clearly (the female side) it appears to be a lovey-dovey type of conversation. Which is something, of course, the prisoner-slave never gets to indulge in, since he is nothing but a lonely, celibate footslave, despised by all and pitied by none. He doesn’t even have any friends – just some regular customers, mixed in with the ‘first timers’ or ‘strangers’ like this young woman seated above him right now (he is sure he has not served her before as he never forgets a pretty boot; or sock!)

He thinks he can detect a distinctive East European accent in her voice, though she is speaking to her boyfriend in English. She is certainly pretty enough to be an East European girl – not that her prettiness or otherwise is any of his business. His damn business is to lickshine her boots!

And it looks like he’s got his work cut out, for they are rather dirty! Her socks look clean enough – apart, perhaps, from a few splashes of mud. So she is not an unhygienic girl in and of herself. It’s simply that she’s been walking around all day in her Chelsea boots – first at Uni, where she is studying Gynarchy Media Studies; then through the park where she was earlier promenading with her boyfriend (he works nights, so that’s why he can’t be with her now – another snippet of information the impudent slave has gleaned from the telephone conversation above him); and finally just through walking along the Gynarchy’s dirty streets. So it’s not her fault that her boots are filthy dirty. And it’s not her problem. It’s the slave’s problem – and rightly so!

Oops! What was that I was saying about her innate cleanliness and fastidiousness? She is now, subconsciously, picking her nose! I suppose, though, that just shows her utter young-womanly contempt for the slave at her feet. She would never pick her nose in front of her boyfriend – a man she is constantly seeking to impress (unless he’s merely on the phone, of course, and it isn’t a video call where he can see her!). But she’s not out to impress the slave (impressed though he is by her), as he’s just a non-entity at her feet.

She’s not totally without compassion and humanity, however. As soon as she finishes her conversation with her boyfriend she remembers where she is, and uses that same finger she has just picked her nose with to point out to the slave the areas of dirt on her boot which his tongue is missing. She doesn’t look best pleased with him as she barks her feminine concerns down at him. I think he had better pull his finger out (as she has just done!)

But soon she’s back on her phone again – texting someone this time. Probably her boyfriend again, whom she loves very much. So we’ll leave them to it, shall we – the customer-mistress and the slave? After all, there isn’t much more to see here; just a down-in-the-dirt footslave licking female boots. It’s a scene repeated thousands of times a day throughout the Gynarchy. I just thought you’d be interested to see the confinement arrangements for this particular slave? He’s called a ‘stocks-footslave’. I don’t think he has a name. Probably just a prisoner number.