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Urban Jungle

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In the urban jungle the footslave must kiss the boot and shoe soles of his betters. Note how dirty he is as people repeatedly wipe their feet on his upturned, confined face!

Award Ceremony

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It's the Gynarchy Prison Authorities' annual award ceremony and officer-mistress Ms Anna madam is the victorious recipient of the 'Officer of the Year' award. I have been selected to represent the male prison population by offering up a homily to her and kissing her boots in public. As you can see, a footblock has been provided on the stage for jubilant officer-mistress Ms Anna to rest her booted foot on whilst I kiss it in front of the prison-governess mistress and the assembled throng. During my homily, I praised officer-mistress Ms Anna for her skill and dexterity with the whip and gave personal testimony as to her efficacy in whipping prisoner-slaves like myself. When I showed my bared, whipped back to the audience as evidence of her whip skills she received a warm round of applause - and most deservedly so!

The Fairer Sex

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Don't be fooled by expressions such as 'the fairer sex' or 'the gentler sex'. In my humble experience, female customers can be just as cruel and demanding as male customers - if not more so! Here you see one such beautiful representative of the fairer sex shouting at me as she directs my slave tongue on her footwear, and threatening me with the whip if I do not comply with her female wishes! Specifically, she is warning me not to touch her sock when my tongue reaches the top of her platform sneaker. She informs me that not even my forehead is permitted to brush against her white sock - even though her sock looks feminine-soft and inviting. Like I said - cruel and demanding; a superb representative of the 'fairer' sex!

Her Wellbeing

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This stunningly beautiful, but surly, customer-mistress doesn't give a damn about my wellbeing. I can freeze to death for all she cares - so long as she  is well wrapped-up on this chilly winter's day and protected against the cold. And quite right she is too. Only her  female wellbeing matters, for I'm just a male public humble head whose job it is to lickshine people's dirty footwear out on the streets! I'm especially glad that her toes must be nice and warm inside her sheepskin boots and thick socks! Superb boots; and superb socks; on a superb customer-mistress!

Bar Scene

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Here you see my mistress enjoying a drink in the bar with a manfriend. My role is to humbly kneel at the foot of her bar stool and study her socktops. I play no other role in my mistress's socialising since I am just her personal footslave and thus not considered worthy to participate in the conversation of my betters high above me. My mistress would never dream of including me in her socialising - and particularly not when she is wooing male companions. Needless to say, I am not involved in her lovemaking either, other than perhaps as foreplay by being whipped by her, since whipping me, naturally makes her lubricious and gets her in the mood for sexual intercourse with another man. During her lovemaking, my role is to bury my nose in her discarded sneakers and socks and to silently sniff them in a far corner of the bedroom, facing the wall.

Summoning Sockieboy

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'Sockieboy! Sockieboy! Come here - I want my socks kissed!' 'Yes, mistress. You summoned me, mistress?' 'Kiss my sock, slave!' 'Yes, mistress. At once, mistress. Please don't beat me, mistress!' I duly kiss Ms Mukta on the sock - including on one of the sock creases as a demonstration of my utter submission to her and her socks. She seems satisfied with my humility, as she does not beat me.