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Village Drain Slave

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All day long the village drain slave must look up at the dirty sandals and feet of the pretty villagers as they walk all over him. Most pay him scant regard. And rightly so; after all, he's just part of the dirty sewerage system beneath their feet!  

Energy Drain

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In a busy city street, the permanent drain-slave is quite drained of energy - he has so  many feet and shoes to constantly have to study from his lowly, looking-up position! The slave's first indignity is to have to look up at the bare soles of an Italian girl... ...and the designer leather shoe-soles of her manly boyfriend... ...as the loving couple stop to embrace one another directly above the drain! He can also see the young woman's painted toenails... ...as she swoons in her lover's arms! It seems the couple aren't even aware of the dirty slave beneath them! And why would they be? He's a nothing and a nobody... ...fit only to look up at the feet of his betters as they subsequently walk on! Next to step all over him is an Asian girl in flip flops! She doesn't stop. She just carries on walking over his face! So, he must quickly observe the brown soles of her passing, Asian flip-flops Again, she seems blissfully unaware of his lowly presence! She needn't w...

From All Angles

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My customers may approach me from all angles and have different requirements of me. But my humble role is always to obey, whatever their point of view! This pretty backpacker-mistress approaches me from my right I watch her hiking boots get closer to my face through the weeds Her boots look muddy... ...but her socks look nice and warm! 'Clean my boots, boy!' 'Yes, madam. At once, madam!' I begin to taste where she has been hiking... ...from the sole of her outstretched boot! Meanwhile her warm, thick sock towers over my humble head She switches booted feet in front of my face My lowly field of vision is now filled with female boot & sock The boots taste vile. But I must not baulk! It is my public  duty  to clean these boots! She silently turns to leave me... ...contempt for me no doubt etched on her pretty face? Meanwhile my own face is etched with her bootdirt! I admire the backs of her socks as she walks away from me... ...the socks of a superior being... ...of a ...