A reworking of one of the short stories contained in Footslaves' Tales Volume 1
Tale no. 1 – The Doormat Footslave
‘I am employed as a doormat in the lobby entrance to the ladies’ restroom in a busy railway station.I am permanently confined on my back in a hole with only my face protruding from the floor. Ladies can therefore use my tongue and face to clean their feet and footwear either as they enter or leave the restroom.
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| A mistress performing her ablutions whilst her boyfriend waits outside |
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| I too must wait - for her feet! |
Needless to say it is a humiliating and degrading existence for me to be literally under the feet of superior women day in and day out – but nobody cares about that, least of all the ladies who use me.
As I lie on my back all I can see is the ceiling of the lobby until a lady decides to place her foot on my upturned face for cleaning. Then I can see the beautiful features of the woman concerned, often with an evil grin on her face or perhaps a look of utter contempt and disdain, before the bottom of her shoe or boot looms into view as it descends onto my outstretched tongue and face.
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Slowly she walks towards me
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| She stares down at my confined face in the floor |
The type of footwear I have to clean varies, naturally, with the time of the year. In the winter I have to lick clean the dirty soles of female ankle boots, knee length boots or heavy winter shoes. As you can imagine, the winter weather also means that the leather boots and shoes are often wet as well as filthy, with wet mud and dead leaves sometimes stuck into the grooves on the soles. I have to do my best to lick out the mud and swallow it, although the lady will often kindly help to remove the debris from the sole of her boot by wiping it up and down my slave face.
My slave nose can be a useful tool in extracting particularly difficult pieces of street dirt and debris although the lady will have to wipe her boot sole hard on it. I guess I am now used to the bitter taste of ladies’ shoe and boot leather mixed with street dirt and mud. The strong smell of shoe leather is also familiar to me and is part and parcel of my everyday existence.
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Using my upturned face as a bootscraper!
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Her bootdirt is transferred onto my receptacle face
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I can see her sock...
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| ...though I instinctively close my eyes until the boot has passed! |
As I am lying under a lady’s ankle boot I may be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the top of her boot sock inside her trouser leg. I say ‘lucky’ purely because it is intriguing for a footslave to know what sort of inner footwear his female customer is wearing – the colour, the thickness and the length of the sock. I guess one just becomes obsessed with ladies’ feet and footwear when the whole purpose of one’s miserable existence is to service their dirty feet.
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Another boot (and sock) ready to descend onto my feckless face!
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My humble view of the descending boot!
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She uses my nose to scrape the dirt out from in between her bootsole-treads
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My otherwise nugatory nose makes quite an efficient bootscraper!
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A girl's bootdirt is thus transferred onto my face...
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...where it belongs!
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Occasionally, a female customer will remove her boots and rub her socked foot up and down my face. Although they may pretend to be doing this in order to have the superfluous sock lint removed from the soles of their socks, in reality their only reason for doing it is to humiliate me further by making me smell their sweaty socks.
I have noticed over the years that it tends to be those women who are wearing well-worn socks who like to do this – presumably because they know it is extra humiliating for me to have to lick sock lint off old socks rather than brand new, and therefore relatively clean, socks. Ladies wearing nylons also like to take off their shoes or boots from time to time, just to ‘stink me out’, as they put it.
In the summer months women often switch to wearing open-toed sandals on bare feet. Again, I am mainly concerned with using my face and tongue to clean the bottom of their sandals, but, as in the winter months, some women like to remove their footwear and have me sniff and clean the soft soles of their sweaty bare feet.
When they do this I can see clearly what condition their feet are in, and many women seem to have areas of cracked and hard skin around their heels – presumably where their winter shoes and boots have been rubbing. The lady will often place her dried up heel directly into my mouth for me to soften the skin with my slave tongue, or will force her painted toes into my mouth for me to lick and suck off any stinky toe-jam that may have accumulated there.
Throughout the year there are the ubiquitous sneakers. I do have a problem with sneakers – particularly white sneakers. They show up all the dirt and are nearly impossible to clean no matter how hard I lick on them. Also the grooves in the sneaker-soles seem to accumulate dirt far more readily than the grooves on the soles of other types of feminine footwear. Furthermore, they do tend to make a girl’s feet sweat more, and young women who wear sneakers seem to take great pleasure in slipping them off and giving me a taste and smell of their stinky, sweaty, sneaker socks.
The young women who wear white socks also make sure I get to see close-up the yellow and brown sweat stains on the bottom of their socks as they rub them all over my dirty, slave face leaving it stinking of their foot sweat.
However, on the plus side, at least sneakers aren’t as painful as spiked heels. I hate it when a lady shoves her spiked heel down my throat as it often damages the roof of my mouth –as well as causing me to gag. But the ladies who wear high-heels seem to find this amusing, and they enjoy the look of fear on my face as they drag their spiked heel across my vulnerable face.
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Looking down on me - both literally and figuratively!
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Her contempt for me is writ large on her pretty face...
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...as her boots stride my face, masterfully!
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Truly I am at the mercy of these female boots!
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To say nothing of her boyfriend's boots!
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He mocks me and laughs at me...
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...as his pretty girlfriend now has me tongueshine her bootsoles!
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Now I must TASTE the dirt she has been walking in!
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This time it is my tongue that must clean in between her treads
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Thank God the master-sir can't step into the female restoom!
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He can only watch from outside!
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The women who use me rarely speak to me. They have no need to. It is clear to everyone what I am there for and so when a lady places her foot on my face I just have to get on with it. Some women, however, like to mock me as I lay there helplessly under their feet. As they rub their dirty boot sole up and down my face they ask me if I am liking it. They want to know if their shoe-dirt tastes good, and whether I would like some toe-jam for dessert.
Occasionally, their boyfriends are with them, although, for obvious reasons, the men can’t go into the actual ladies’ restroom with their partners. However, the boyfriends will often join in the mocking laughter, and, while they are waiting in the lobby for their women to return from the restroom, they will crouch down and ask me how their girlfriends’ shoes or feet tasted. They will make the point to me that they will be licking and kissing other more pleasurable parts of their girlfriends’ anatomy later that evening, but kindly offer to bring me their girlfriends’ dirty socks to sniff the following morning after they have made love. The men point out to me that licking and smelling their girlfriends’ shoes and socks is all I am good for.
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The couple leave hand in hand...
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...with the mistress's residual bootdirt still on my face and in my mouth!
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The restroom is open from 05:30 am until midnight, and so I only ever get 5 ½ hours’ sleep every night. The station is open 365 days a year, and I therefore never have any days off. My whole life is spent lying on my back, confined in my hole, licking and cleaning ladies’ feet and footwear.
The female toilet attendants, most of whom appear to be recent immigrants from Africa, also make use of my services, wiping clean their dirty feet on my face. In fact, some of them even bring their dirty shoes and boots with them in a carrier bag and hold them over my face, forcing me to lick them clean. It saves them having to polish them at home. Sometimes, just for fun, the female toilet attendants like to gather round and mock me in their cute West African accents whilst one of their colleagues forces me to inhale the inside of her sweaty sneakers, or to suck on her stinky, sweat-stained insole.
The female attendants can be very cruel. They are supposed to wipe my face clean with a damp cloth at the end of each day, but many of them prefer to spit on my face instead, wiping away the dirt with their sweaty, socked feet. But it is right and proper that they should treat me in this way, for as they tower above me I am reminded that they are my superiors and betters, and that I am nothing more than a pathetic, ladies’ foot-lick and doormat.’
