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!