Bin-Area Slave

On a bright and sunny day, a bright and sunny young woman of the Gynarchy stops to have her socks and sandals kiss-respected by the bin-area slave of her apartment block, before heading up the stairs to her front door.

The familiar feet of one of the apartment block residents approach me

The sandals and socks stop in front of me - as per usual

The pretty wearer of the socks and sandals looks down upon me with wholly justifiable contempt...

...before raising her right foot onto the ledge in front of my confined face. I kiss her pink-socked toes...

...swiftly followed by her left socked-toes!

I can really feel her toes beneath the socks...

...and I also admire the thick creases in her socks!

These are, after all, the socks and sandals of my better!

All too soon for my liking, the resident-mistress turns to leave me - her nostrils no doubt offended by the pungent smell from the nearby bins...

..and by my sweaty, unwashed smell!

I continue to humbly stare at the ground - and the feet of passers-by - as the pretty resident-mistress climbs the stairs to her apartment

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