Couple Humiliation

 A happy couple spot a foothole prisoner whilst they are promenading together out on the street

‘Look honey – a foothole prisoner-slave! Let’s humiliate him with our feet!’


‘Hehe – how are you liking it down there, footboy? How do you like having to look at people’s shoes and socks all day?’


‘Oh pray master sir, if it pleases you master sir, this slave likes it sir, on account of his being a pathetic and impotent footslave sir, begging your pardon sir, and that of your good lady partner sir?’


‘Hehe – kiss my feet, boy!’


'Now it's your turn honey - step up to his face and make him kiss your feet!'

'You heard my boyfriend, dirty prisoner - kiss my feet!'

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. Please don't have your boyfriend beat me, madam.'

I fervently, and respectfully, kiss madam's feet through the bars of my public foothole cell

Meanwhile, her boyfriend's shoes and socks - which I have already kiss-respected - watch on!

Truly I am down amongst the feet of my betters!

It is an honour for me to view their socks...

...and to smell their dirty sneakers as I kiss them!

Dirt, sneakers, socks - such is my lowly life...

...the life of a publicly confined foothole prisoner-slave!

I look up to my betters' socks...

...whilst they look down on me

Oh how joyous for this happy couple - to be able to jointly humiliate a public footservant!

'You look superb having your feet kissed, honey!'

The master-sir is not wrong!

His beauteous girlfriend does look superb!

Not that I can see her above the sock!

The triumphant couple turn and walk away from me

I only wish I could permanently follow them to heel...

...as their personal sneaker and sock slave!

That way I would get to smell their socks...

...as well as looking at them!


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