Kissing Feet Very Well

'Kiss my feet, slave, and kiss them very well. Or I will have you whipped!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. I will be a good feetkisser to you sir. Please don’t have me beaten, master sir!’

All day long I must kiss feet in the African Gynarchy – and do it very well! 

'Kiss my feet, slave, and kiss them very well. Or I will have you whipped!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. I will be a good feetkisser to you sir. Please don’t have me beaten, master sir!’

I duly kiss the master-sir's feet very well...

...whilst his female companion looks on!

These are the feet of a real man!

I can smell their natural, manly odour as my lips embrace the master-sir's big toenail

His female companion is amused by my obsequiousness towards her beloved boyfriend

'Kiss harder, slave!'

'Yes, master sir. I obey you, master.'

The foot I would much rather be kissing...

...the foot of an African goddess!

How she despises me...

...as I kiss her man's feet!

I really am down at heel...

...and must show the utmost slavish respect for the feet of my betters.

Otherwise they shall have me WHIPPED!

Better to kiss feet than to feel WHIP!

Dusty, African feet!

I am a nothing and a nobody

My masters walk off, leaving me behind in the African street-dirt

I keep my humble head respectfully bowed behind their departing feet

Sweet feminine toes, sadly unkissed by maleslave mouth...

...at least, on this occasion!

Oh to be able to follow this couple to heel, and serve them all my days!

But I'm just a public humble head, condemned to spend the rest of my life kissing the feet of strangers




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