Whether on the actual bus, or in the bus station, any slave employed as a 'bus slave' must, inevitably, have a restricted view of the world - a world populated by the shoes, boots and socks of his betters!
The under-desk office footslave must stare at the undersides of the feet and footwear of his office superiors, and occasionally even act as their humble footrest! It’s a humiliating and degrading existence, but one he is ideally suited for, being a mere slave! An office mistress is seated at her desk with the office footslave lying below her He is legally obliged to stare up at the bottom of her office shoe Oh how he yearns to taste her dirty shoesole... ...not to mention her pedicured TOES! But she ignores him, her grainy sandal-sole hovering in the humiliating air just inches above his face! At one point, she subliminally kicks off her SHOE... ...to give her TOES room to breathe.. ...directly above the slave's upturned face! Haha, the fool must observe the lady's toes wriggling just out of reach! He instinctively sticks out his tongue in the forlorn hope of a quick taste of sweet feminine footsweat! But, although he can smell her delicate sweat, he can't touch it! Th...
An office footslave yearns to touch the teasing office-mistress’s sweaty, bare foot, fresh out of her shoe, with his frustrated tongue! So near and yet so far - the sweaty, soft foot of a beautiful, blonde office-mistress! She's mocking him - as is her friend and colleague! The blonde foot has literally just been liberated from its high-heel shoe! The toes are still glistening with delicious SWEAT! But his tortured tongue cannot reach them! The TOES are laughing at him! Wriggling unobtainably just above his face! 'Haha, how are you liking it, slave?... ...Don't you wanna touch my TOES?... ...Aren't they good enough for you?' Meanwhile, her sweaty, discarded shoe rests nearby... ...adding to the vinegary aroma surrounding his confined face! Oh to lick that FOOT! To clean it for the office mistress! He only wants what's best for her - and her FOOT!
Sometimes, whenever Ms Mukta is in a foul mood, she steps out into her back passageway in order to have a calming cigarette and to take out her frustrations on me - either verbally or physically, or both! I am, of course, a sitting duck for her to take out her young-womanly anger upon, but tonight, mercifully, I am 'fortunate' in that it is just her verbal abuse that I must suffer as I humbly and terrifiedingly kiss her BLACK LEATHER BOOTS in the darkness! 'Kiss my boots, f***wit slave!... F***ing moron!' 'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam. Please don't hurt me, mistress?' She angrily mimics my pathetic plea: 'Oh please don't hurt me, mistress!... F***WIT!' She's right, of course. I am a 'f***wit'. And a frightened footslave! Ms Mukta takes out her anger and frustrations on me, her back passageway footslave 'Kiss my boots, f***wit slave!... F***ing moron!' One can only hope her late-night cigarette wil...
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