Compelled To Look At Sock

Haha, if this lowly footoire slave tries to look at his customers above their socks – he can’t! The heavy slave-collar around his neck prevents him from doing so.

Here we see him looking at the socks, and kissing the feet of, one of his regular local customers – master Simon sir. 

The footoire slave is, once again, compelled to kiss feet...

...and to look at sock!

Today it is the shoes and socks of regular customer, master Simon sir

The footoire slave's humbling view of master Simon sir's socks as he kisses his feet!

That's all the pathetic footoire slave does all day...

...kiss feet...

...and admire socks...

...the feet and socks of his betters!

His customers, naturally, look down on him...

...as they know they are better than him!

Hence why he must kiss their feet!

Haha, how small the footoire slave's humble feetkissing head looks from above!

Having had his manly feet kiss-respected, master Simon sir silently turns and leaves the slave

He will be back, of course. He very much enjoys humbling and humiliating his local footoire slave!

As is his perfect right!

Said footoire slave, meanwhile, is humbly studying the backs of master Simon sir's departing socks...

...as well as the dirt on the soles of master Simon sir's shoes!

Dirt that, by rights, should be deep inside the footoire slave's menial mouth!

Master Simon sir's sock represents the extent of the footoire slave's lowly field of vision

His menial brain is trained to shut out his customer-master's leg above the sock!

That's right, slave - look at, and think only about, your customer's socks! You'll never amount to anything, other than being a lowly, footoire sockieboy-slave!


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