A Public Footslave's Work Is Never Done
A public footslave’s work is never done – even if it’s just kissing the feet of a passing master-sir
Will he or won't he stop? It's entirely the customer-master sir's decision! |
'Kiss my feet, boy!' |
'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' |
A public footslave's work is never done - even if it's just kiss-respecting feet! |
Seemingly satisfied with my self-abasement at his feet, the master-sir turns his attention to the contents of his phone |
I, meanwhile, must taste toe... |
...and feel flaky toenail on my lowly lips! |
I can also smell the mustiness of the customer-master's brown leather sandal straps... |
...mixed in with his footsweat |
He kindly switches feet again, to give me a renewed taste and smell of his other toes |
But he says nothing, as he continues to examine his phone high above me |
I continue to kiss my customer-better's feet... |
...until such time as he silently leaves me to rot |
I humbly focus on his departing foot... |
...especially the heel... |
...an area of his manly foot I have not been privileged to kiss-respect |
The heel of a real man! |