Drain Slave No. 1 - Student Sandals

She's a student from the local uni, out for a night on the town. She walks over dozens of drain slaves during the course of the evening, and doesn't give a second thought to any one of them!

Her sandal treads almost touch his face...

...as she casually strolls across the bars of his drain

Her sandal sole is momentarily close enough for him to be able to inspect the dirt in between the treads!

He can also discern the shape of her well-turned ankle beneath her pink slacks

But he is powerless to touch either her shoe or her ankle!

He must simply hope that some DNA dirt might fall off her superior sandal sole and onto his inferior face

She looks like a veritable giantess from the drain slave's lowly position!

But she's actually just an ordinary everyday student - out for a night on the town

Oh to be able to accompany her to the bar where she is heading to meet up with her student mates...

...even if only to follow her to heel!

Instead her heel would crush him - were it not for the 'protective' bars covering his feckless face!

He is worth less than her shoe

He's just a dirty drain slave...

...looking up at his betters as they walk all over him

Ignored by them

Why would a superb and intelligent young woman like this bother with the drain life beneath her?

 

Comments

  1. Anonymous11 May 2024 at 06:27

    Yes. Any chance to see the girl with flip flops and his barefoot lover standing on his face while kissing? Maybe with some dirt falling from her soles, before he stops over his face?

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  2. Anonymous14 May 2024 at 02:46

    In festival days he would see sl many shoes and feet crushing his face, its overwhelming. He is no longer human, and he only exist as a mere object for others to stomp and abuse.

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