Permanent Porch Footslave

In a quiet corner of the city a humble-head slave kisses feet at the front entrance to an opulent apartment - ordinary feet; non-glamorous feet; feet in sneakers and socks; dirty feet. It's just a routine, everyday sight in the great Gynarchy of Barbaria!

And as soon as his mistress enters her home and shuts the door behind her, he is left bereft once again - alone outside in the cold and damp. He can but speculate as to what her sneakers and socks are doing inside the house, as he has never been permitted to enter it. He is a permanent porch footslave!









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