Busy Bus-Stop Footrest

It's a busy day for the humble bus-stop footrest, serving the ladies and gentlemen of the Gynarchy.

His first customer frustratingly keeps her sandals on as she subliminally uses him whilst focussing on her phone call with her boyfriend

The slave appreciates the smell of her female sandal leather, but would much rather be resting his nose against the sole of her soft, feminine bare foot!

His whole field of vision is dominated by female feet and sandals!

The girl laughs loudly above him

Maybe she's laughing at the slave beneath her feet?

She certainly hasn't bothered to paint her toenails for him!

More likely, however, she's just enjoying her conversation with her beloved boyfriend

Suddenly one of her female acquaintances appears

She too makes use of the feeble footslave...

...resting one of her flip-flopped feet on his feckless, upturned face

Mmm... I wonder if the decorative plastic flower on her flip-flop smells as sweet as a real flower would?

What a humbling view for the lowly footslave. These two young women must seem like veritable giantesses to him?

They are certainly his betters!

Now the two girls are definitely laughing at him!

A third girl joins her friends

Not wishing to miss out on the female fun, she too sits down and rests her sandalled feet on the human-footrest's upturned face

Her feet are nicely pedicured...

...although, frustratingly, all the slave can see are her plastic sandal soles!

How these girls must despise him!

And rightly so - for he is a nothing and a nobody compared to them!

The girls soon bore of him - and of waiting for their bus - and decide to head off on foot

Next a man approaches the bus-stop footrest. He, literally, looks down on the grounded slave...

...before sitting on the same spot where the girls had previously been, kicking off his right shoe, and imposing his manly foot smells on the helpless, hapless footslave

The slave, respectfully, licks the sweat from between the master-sir's manly toes

The man's foot tastes salty

Haha - what a loser the footslave is, subject to the foot whims of all who encounter him at the bus stop!

The slave knows the man's foot is better than him

The man knows it too!

An Asian male acquaintance of the Caucasian man approaches the bus stop

The two friends greet each other

The Asian man is impressed at his Caucasian friend's foot-mastery over the slave!

The seated man duly invites his Asian friend to step onto the slave's face

The Asian man deftly slips off one of his sandals and does just that!

His legs are hairier, and his foot is even sweatier, than that of his Caucasian friend - if that's possible!

 

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