The Gynarchy house footslave kisses a guest’s feet, by way of humbly welcoming her to his mistress’s abode. He lives his lowly life in a world full of feet – the feet of his betters! Kiss-greeting a guest's feet under the watchful eye of her hostess - the slave's mistress! This Gynarchy house footslave is well used to kissing feet I'll wager his owner's feet and sandals have oftentimes been touched by his lowly lips? He lives in a world of FEET... ...the FEET of his BETTERS! Be they white feet... ...such as those of his owner... ...or brown feet... ...such as those of the current guest Black and Asian feet too The footslave is familiar with all types of feet, male and female... ...familiar with them to the mouth touch! Differing feet textures, colours, smells and tastes, and those of their accompanying footwear, dominate his humble world, day in and day out; 365 days a year!
The office mistress rarely speaks to her at-desk footslave, supplied gratis by her employers, other than to bark orders down at him – normally to lickshine her boots. But, at least during his ‘quiet times’, as he kneels silently and unobtrusively next to his office-mistress’s booted feet, he gets to see, and thus study in detail, a tiny slither of her black, office bootsock! Kneeling and silently studying a tiny slither of his office-mistress's black bootsock-top This is probably the humble highlight of his day! To be able to see even just a glimpse of his office mistress's SOCK... ...above her BOOT ZIPPER! It's pathetic, I know! But then, he is just a lowly, at-desk, office footslave! What really makes his day, though, is if his pretty mistress subliminally moves her right, booted foot backwards For then he gets to see not just the TOP of her RIGHT BOOTSOCK He also gets to see the CREASES in her SOCK... ...thanks to the riding up of her business-suit trouser leg! Of cour...