My master-sir often tries to earn a few extra Fems* by touting me out around the local neighbourhood. He's very good at the old spiel, especially when it comes to chatting up women, and so he will offer them anything from a quick kiss-respecting of their feet on their own doorstep for just 50 scents*, to a lickshining of all their dirty shoes and boots for 1 or 2 Fems (depending on the number of pairs), to a full-blown, one-hour long footworshipping session (foot massage, pedicure etc) in the privacy of their own home for only 5 Fems!
This being a relatively wealthy neighbourhood, most of the inhabitants already have a domestic personal footslave, but they will often take up my master-sir's offer of a quick doorstep-feetkissing, since it's always nice to have one's feet kissed by a humble and helpless slave!
Whilst my master-sir is delivering his spiel, I must dutifully kneel by his feet and study his sneakers and socks, but as soon as the customer 'bites' I must turn my slavish attentions to their feet, as befits a diligent and obedient slave! Here you see me kiss-respecting the feet of a beautiful young woman on her doorstep, whilst my successful master-sir watches on.
*Fem: unit of currency in the Gynarchy (1 Fem = 50 Female 'Scents'!)
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My master-sir, delivering his well-practised spiel on a lady's doorstep |
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I humbly focus on my master's sneakers and socks whilst he is speaking to the lady |
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I study the creases in his socks... |
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...quietly and unobtrusively, so as not to interrupt my master-sir's spiel! |
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As soon as the customer takes up the offer of a doorstep-feetkissing, however, I switch my slavish attention to her sneakered feet |
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It is now her white sock I must focus on with my lowly eyes, as my equally lowly lips touch feminine sneaker leather! |
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She gracefully switches feet in front of me. Her feet have obviously been kissed many times by slaves like me. |
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She is clearly no 'virgin' when it comes to having her feet kiss-respected! |
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There are very few such 'virginal' women in the Gynarchy, since male footslaves are two a penny! |
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The woman, and my master-sir, gleefully watch my doorstep humiliation at the lady's sneakered feet |
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Again she switches her feet in front of my face... |
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...before laughing and congratulating my master-sir on my slavish compliance, humility and obedience! |
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He thanks her for her kind comments, and the couple resume watching my degradation |
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Truly I am surrounded by the sneakers and socks of my betters! |
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I remain alert to the supervisory sneakers and socks of my nearby master-sir... |
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...but am now primarily focussed on the female stranger's sneakers and socks in front of me! |
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It is they I must serve right now - and serve well... |
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...so that my master-sir can enjoy the fruits of my humble labours; in this case, 50 scents! |