Being a public footslave is often a bit of a waiting game - waiting for your next customer to step up to your face; waiting for their orders (to kiss or to lick their footwear); waiting to see whether they will kick you in the face etc.
Here you see a free man waiting perilously close to my face for his wife to emerge from the public lavatories. I must remain alert and ready to kiss his feet, should he decide to impose them upon me, as he is the chosen consort of a female, and thus worthy of my slavish respect pending the arrival of said female consort on the scene.
But the master-sir chooses not to use me, instead politely taking a step back for his pretty wife to step up to my face as soon as she exits the lavatory. Needless to say, I kiss her feet with alacrity and humility, as she is a first-class citizen of the Gynarchy, being female!
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| A master-sir, standing perilously close to my face as he awaits his wife |
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| I have nothing but slavish respect for the master-sir's feet, and will kiss them if so required... |
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| ...as they are the feet of a superior free man who is the chosen consort of a woman |
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| Meanwhile, the aforementioned woman emerges from the public restroom |
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| She greets her husband and apologises for her tardiness, thereby demonstrating her female love and respect for him! |
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| She then publicly displays her contempt for me by having me kiss her feet! |
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| I humbly, and fearfully, kiss her outstretched sneaker, whilst keeping my lowly eyes on her sock |
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| It is always a nerve-wracking experience for a slave to have to kiss the feet of a woman in front of her male partner |
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| For the master-sir will likely beat me to a pulp if I fail to please his pretty wife! |
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| I therefore seek to convey the utmost respect for the lady's feet and footwear via my lowly lips |
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| She deftly switches her sneakered feet in front of my face |
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| The couple watch me, stony-faced and unsympathetically, as I perform my ritualistic, public duty towards the pretty customer-mistress's feet |
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| I'm garbage - the dirt at their feet - and they both know it! |
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| That's why the young woman switches her feet several times in front of my face... |
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| ...giving me close-up views of both her socks... |
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| ...close enough to be able to make out the individual stitches in the superior socks! |
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| Meanwhile, I remain acutely aware of the watching master-sir's feet... |
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| ...the feet of a man who has the love and admiration of a woman |
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| She would never impose her dirty sneakers on his manly mouth! |
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| Satisfied, the couple turn to leave |
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| I keep my humble head bowed and suitably low in their superior presence... |
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| ...as the next happy couple approach me! |
