Just Me And A Customer Master-Sir

It's late at night, and a determined customer-master strides purposefully towards me, clearly intent on having me kiss-respect his superior feet. Technically speaking, under the laws of the Gynarchy, he's supposed to have a female present with him, so that she can authorise my humiliation at another man's feet. 

But who am I going to complain to? After all, there's nobody else about! So I just get on with it - and kiss his feet.

One small bonus - he is wearing nice socks!

A lone master-sir approaches me from across the yard late at night

No sign of any female accompanying him!

However, he can still use me if he wants to. After all, I'm not exactly in a position to stop him!

As expected, the master-sir orders me to kiss his feet...

...BOTH of them!

I am, of course, never off duty. Day or night I must kiss feet upon demand; 365 days a year!

I am, effectively, the slave of everyone!

Though, right now, I am the slave of this man!

He switches feet again and I daringly admire his short, black sock

He's not happy with that, and snaps down at me to concentrate on kissing the toe of his dirty shoe!

I immediately lower my gaze from sock to shoe

Thankfully, the man takes no further action against me... 

...even though he storms off looking less than happy!

I bow my head behind his departing sneaker heels as he walks all over the other weeds

I can't resist, however, one final attempt to look up at his socks!

A man's socks are alright - in the absence of a woman's socks!

They are, after all, still the socks of my better - of a free man!

I should feel honoured to have kissed this superior man's feet, and to have had the privilege of observing his manly socks!


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