Guest of Gynarchy
It's traditional throughout the Gynarchy for a household guest to be supplied with a slave-footrest. Here you see me serving as just such a footrest for my master-sir's lovely new girlfriend. She is casually resting her socked feet on my upturned face as I must breathe in the stinky aroma of her sweaty, grey bootsocks which have doubtless been on her feet all day inside her recently discarded, black leather ankleboots.
Speaking of her boots, I have, of course, already kiss-greeted them whilst she was still wearing them on her arrival at my master's house, but now she has kicked them off to 'allow her feet room to breathe', as she put it. The sock-sweaty air which I too am obliged to breathe, in my lowly position at her feet, is truly air that is fit for a footslave's nostrils! I just hope, as she mockingly glances down at me, that my ugly, slave face doesn't spoil her view of her nice socks.