A Quarry Slave's Big Break

The quarry slave is only permitted to  temporarily stop working whilst he is kiss-respecting the feet of visitors and tourists who have come to enjoy watching him suffer:

‘That’s right, slave! Kiss the young lady’s feet and show your respect for her. Do NOT look at her above the sock, or you’ll feel the biting STING of my WHIP!’

‘Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir… Oh pray, mistress madam, thank you kindly for coming to watch me work, miss. I kiss your feet, miss.’ 

The quarry slave is ordered to temporarily down tools in order to kiss the visitor's feet

He does so under the constant shadow of his taskmaster's WHIP!

He is specifically reminded NOT to look at the pretty visitor above her lacy, feminine sock!

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating for the slave...

...having to kiss dusty, dirty, and in all probability sweaty, feet in the dusty quarry!

And to have to do so in the presence of his taskmaster's decidedly sweaty feet!

Note the thin and worn areas of the pretty visitor's socks around the heel areas

And observe how her lacy black socktop tickles his nose as he pays homage to her brown shoeleather!

These are the feet of an esteemed quarry guest...

..of a young tourist-woman who has deliberately come to the quarry in order to witness the quarry slaves working and being whipped!

It is, therefore, only right and proper that the quarry slave should greet her in a manner befitting a slave greeting his better

Since time immemorial slaves have been required to kiss the feet of their betters

And the elderly quarry slave (who has been a quarry slave all his adult life) is no exception!

He must have kissed feet hundreds of thousands of times over the years!

But it never gets any the less humiliating for him

He is always looked down upon by those whose feet he is kissing

And the WHIP is never far from his bended back!

The WHIP!

I'll wager those scuzzy, scuffmarked shoes of his mighty taskmaster-sir have likewise been kissed on many an ignominious occasion...

...as he pleads with his master-sir for mercy...

...and promises to work harder!

Haha, truly the old slave man is at the mercy, and the feet, of his betters!

The visitor-madam switches feet several times in front of the quarry slave's face...

...so that he might repeatedly pay his humble homage to BOTH her feet!

She clearly likes having her feet kissed!

And why wouldn't she? 

It makes her feel powerful and superior to the slave

Which she is!

'Now get back to work, slave...

...Show the young woman how diligently you can scrub rocks!'

The slave hears the young woman laughing behind him...

...as he resumes his nugatory hard work of scrubbing clean the Gynarchy's rocks!

'Scrub harder, slave, or you'll feel my WHIP on your back!'

'WORK! All the time you must WORK!... WORK, or be WHIPPED!'

'WORK, slave!... Harder!...Faster!...'


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