Bottom Of The Stairwell

All day long people are stopping at the bottom of the stairwell in order to have their feet kiss-respected by the public humble-head slave. All he ever gets to see are their shoes and socks.

A beautiful and haughty young woman stops to have her inner-city sneakers kiss respected by the public humble head

It's somewhat awkward as the slave is positioned on a slope at the base of a concrete stairwell

But the slave-fool is well used to angling his humble head so that his lowly lips gain good purchase on his customers' shoes

He also stares admiringly, and respectfully, at their socks

These are, after all, the shoes and socks of his superiors...

...of free persons...

...of masters and mistresses!

See how the shapely legs of the customer-mistress tower over the feetkissing slave's head - yet he dare not look up at them

By way of contrast, the customer is perfectly entitled to look down disparagingly at the pathetic slave at her feet

He is, after all, an inferior being to her...

...a thing that kisses feet...

...and studies socks!

The slave humbly focuses on the stitching in the pretty customer's white sock...

...eyeing up the creases and folds, and the differing textures in the white cotton stitching...

...as befits a public humble-head slave when confronted with the socks of his better!

Slave kisses feet...

...until such time as the feet walk off...

...leaving him to rot in the dirt behind them

The pathetic, low-lying slave must now look up at the departing feet...

...pathetically wishing he could follow them to sneakered and socked heel!

The fact is, though, that he is not worthy to follow the socks...

...of such a superior and haughty young woman...

...his infinite better! All he can do is watch her superior sneakers and socks walk away from him...

..until his next superior's shoes and socks are presented to his confined face!

All day long he must kiss feet!


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