Fat Man's Footslave

A fat man strides confidently towards me, safe in the knowledge that I shall have no choice but to kiss respect his feet and admire his personage as he is a free citizen of the Gynarchy and is therefore fully deserving of my slavish respect!

A fat master-sir strides confidently like a colossus towards me

'You're gonna kiss my feet, boy!'

'Yes, master sir. At once, fat master sir.'  *In the gynarchy, the word 'fat' is seen as a compliment

I admire the fat master-sir's wrinkled and creased socks as I kiss-respect his loafer shoes

What a truly magnificent man!

I hope his socks fully absorb his footsweat thereby keeping his manly feet clean and fresh inside his shoes?

I study the fat master-sir's sock creases...

...as befits a lowly footslave serving his customer-master

These are, after all, the socks of a real man...

...a man who looks down upon me...

...a man who is infinitely better than me!

The man is joined by a young woman standing patiently in line behind him

'Stop staring at my socks, boy! Look only at my shoes!'

I obey the master-sir...

...and endeavour not to look up at his calf-length socks

I know I shall also be forbidden to look at my awaiting female customer above the socks when it comes her turn to have her sneakers kiss-respected

My humbling view of my betters' shoes and socks - a view fit for a footslave!


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