Chinatown Footrest

A public footrest in Chinatown is certainly kept busy!

His first customer slips off her sweaty converse sneaker so that her socked feet can breathe...

...all over his feckless face!

The foolish footslave has the indignity of having to publicly inhale the young Asian woman's vinegary sockstink...

...whilst 'admiring' her sock creases...

...from below!

For her haughty part, she doesn't give a damn if her socked feet are smelly...

...he's just a public footservant!

Next is a young woman who likes to break the rules...

...smoking in a non-smoking area!

The rules clearly don't apply to her - but her flip-flops certainly apply to the footrest's upturned face!

He must taste where she has been...

...and lickshine the dirty bottoms of her rebellious flip-flops!

Her feet are obviously sweaty on such a warm and humid day!

He can smell the aroma of sweaty, plastic flip-flops!

Next to happen his way is a jogger-mistress

She stops for a rest and a chat with her friend on her phone, whilst resting her sneakered feet on the conveniently positioned (for her) human footrest

Again, she doesn't give a damn about the comfort or well-being of the footslave beneath her

And nor should she - for the comfort and well-being of her sneakered feet is far more important than him!

He digs his tongue deep into the treads of her stylish sneakers

All he can see is sneaker sole!

She laughs above him - possibly because of something funny her interlocutor on the phone has just said; or possibly at the footslave languishing in the dirt beneath her!

His next customer is not laughing - or sitting down!

She angrily demands that he lick the dirt off her sandal soles!

He therefore must taste street-soiled sandal leather

The customer then slips off her sandal and demands that he tongue-clean in between her bare toes

Now he tastes raw, feminine footsweat!

Haha - how humiliating for him!


Comments

  1. Anonymous9 September 2023 at 06:41

    HOLY FUCK man, this render is the highest level that you've ever reached, the characters seems absolutely real, so are the socks and the shoes, they really resemble a photo :O now you can rest, I'll be back! XD fuck, absolutely your best work. Do you use Daz 3d?

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    1. Patheticus Minimus9 September 2023 at 07:58

      Yes, I use Daz 3D. I'm not particularly aiming at 'photorealistic' renders, but it's nice that you think of them as being close to photos! 😁

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  2. Anonymous9 September 2023 at 07:39

    Nothing, I have to ask you a new request through da. You're too skilled. This one has been incredible

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