Feetgreeter

A domestic footslave greets his mistress and her manly boyfriend as they return home from their date together in the only way a footslave legitimately can - by kissing their feet!

This being a Gynarchy household, it is the mistress who enters first

She stops in front of the slave, who has been patiently awaiting her return in the porch...

...and has him kiss-greet her sneakered feet

This slave is NOT permitted to look at his pretty mistress above the short sock

Thus, whilst his lowly lips focus on her outstretched sneaker toe, his lowly gaze is directed towards her shoelaces

She deftly switches her feet in front of his face so that he might show proper slavish respect to BOTH her sneakers

She demands the highest standards of humility and servitude from her footslave

Meanwhile her boyfriend watches on, eager for his turn to have his feet kiss-respected by the lowly slave

But in the great Gynarchy of Barbaria, female feet must ALWAYS come first!

Male feet, even free male feet, must patiently wait their turn!

Of course, the slave will have to show the exact same respect for his mistress's boyfriend's feet...

...since they are the feet of a superior man to him!

At last the slave gets to show his undying respect and admiration for his mistress's boyfriend

He kiss-greets his feet and welcomes him to the mistress's home

Again, being a well trained feetslave, he keeps his eyes low...

...and on the master-sir's lower sock

The slave can sense how much the handsome wearer of the socks and crocs despises him!

And rightly so - for he's just a croc-kissing, sock-admiring slave...

...a thing that kisses feet...

...the feet of his betters!

Like his girlfriend before him, the master-sir makes sure to give the slave a taste of BOTH his shoes...

...so that the latter might feel DOUBLY humiliated!

Of course, having greeted them in the hallway, the domestic footslave's duties are not done. He must next wait on his master and mistress hand and foot (and particularly foot) as they partake of supper.

The happy couple dine with the slave waiting on them hand and foot...

...especially FOOT...

...and particularly his mistress's FEET!

These are, after all, the sneakered and socked feet of his owner...

...that have been out promenading with her boyfriend

The slave is thus privileged to look at them...

...and to study them...

...whilst his betters eat high above him

It looks like the WHIP may be the only thing on the menu tonight for the slave!

He quivers with fear at the mere thought of the WHIP!

He resolves to be a good footslave and to be pleasing to his mistress...

...in order to, hopefully, avoid her pretty wrath!


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