Always Open For Business

The ladies’ toilets are always open for business – as is the public footslave at the entrance. All day and all night his menial mouth must be ready to kiss feet!

Customers can use the restroom facilities day and night

And likewise, they can use the public footslave day and night!

'Kiss my feet, slave!'

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.'

The slave humbly and respectfully kisses his better's outstretched sneaker - dirty though it is!

It is, nevertheless, the sneaker of a superior female...

...and must, therefore, be respected upon command!

Whilst kissing the shoe, the slave is enamoured by a glimpse of the young woman's sock

A white sock - clean and pure, like its owner

Oh to be such a sock - attached to the wearer's foot!

She switches her sneakered and socked feet in front of the slave's face

He now gets to see a tiny slither of the top of her other white sock!

He zooms in on the lines of stitching in the white sock...

...and wishes he could join them!

But, for now, he must satisfy himself with tasting the female customer's dirty sneakers...

...BOTH of them!

The customer-mistress's bare leg above her sock is out of bounds to him

'Keep your eyes below my sock, slave!'

'And make sure you kiss the dirtiest parts of the sneaker!'

'I want my everyday sneaker dirt transferred onto your lowly lips!'

'Yes, mistress.'

'I obey you, mistress.'

Seemingly satisfied with my cringing humility at her feet, the customer silently moves off...

...feeling, rightly, superior...

...for she is!

Even her sneakers and socks are superior to the slave...

...and worth more than him!

And he knows it!

He bows his humble, feetkisser head in shame behind the late-night customer's departing sneakers

What an honour it has been for him to taste them!

And to see her socks!

He twists his humble head around as much as his metal slave-collar will allow...

...for one last, lingering look at the superb customer's sneakers and socks!

The socks, in particular, prey on his menial mind

Some slaves would aspire to be a bacterium inside a pretty mistress's nose...

...living in there...

...serving up there!

But this lowly footslave would much rather live and serve as a bacterium inside the mistress's warm sneaker...

...constantly breathing in the aroma of her foot...

...and absorbing the essence of her natural, feminine foot moisture into the very fabric of his sock-being!


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