Looking Longingly

Master Simon sir looks down disparagingly at the public humble-head slave who, in turn, is looking longingly and with the utmost slavish respect at the shoes and socks of his regular customer, Ms Mukta – master Simon sir’s wife. The pathetic old slave man is yearning to kiss Ms Mukta’s feet – and her manly husband knows it. How he laughs at the slave!

Eventually, Ms Mukta kindly indulges the slave, to her husband’s continued amusement.

Ms Mukta initially ignores the public slave, thereby causing him to look longingly at her shoes and socks

He pathetically yearns to touch her superior shoes with his lowly lips...

...and to simultaneously get an even closer view of her socks, so that he can make out the individual stitches

He remains respectfully recognizant, however, of her husband's nearby shoes and socks...

...as befits a lowly footslave surrounded by the feet and footwear of his betters!

Eventually, Ms Mukta indulges the stupid slave...

...presenting him with her black-loafered foot for respect kissing

Her husband, master Simon sir, looks down bemusedly upon the shoe-kissing slave

Haha, what a wimp the slave is! What a loser! 

Master Simon sir congratulates his pretty wife on her kind humiliation of the slave as the happy couple move off

His shoes and socks are equals along with his wife's...

...in the lowly footslave's eyes!

He is completely and utterly mesmerized by Ms Mukta's shoes and socks...

...alongside those of her husband

The slave hastily observes every visible stitch in Ms Mukta's white socks...

...above her departing shoe heel

The legs, shoes and socks of his infinite betters...

...happily discussing their humiliation of the slave beneath them!

Truly this pathetic old slave is obliged to look up to his betters' shoes and socks from his lowly position


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