Bus Stop Footrest
The patrons of the bus stop subconsciously use the human footrest-slave as they patiently await the arrival of their buses. They never speak to him, and barely even give him a second thought, though their dirty feet, shoes and boots inevitably leave their indelible marks on his feckless, upturned face!
| A bright young woman uses the human footrest as she checks her phone |
| He's just something for her to rest her feet on whilst she waits for her bus |
| He's a thing - a piece of bus-stop furniture |
| The footrest-slave must study the wrinkles in her bare sole... |
| ...whilst inhaling the aroma of her soft, feminine foot... |
| ...temporarily liberated from its sweaty leather shoe! |
| This is a treat - normally he must observe shoe and boot soles! |
| It's still humiliating, though - to be another person's footrest! |
| Not that the young woman sees him as a person |
| He barely even registers on her female consciousness |
| She's much more interested in trawling through her text messages... |
| ...messages from real people; from proper people... |
| ...not mere bus-stop footrests! |
| She doesn't care if her feet smell |
| The bus-stop slave is a nothing and a nobody to her! |