My only regret in my slave life is that I was positioned by
the authorities outside the gentlemen’s toilets. I would have much preferred
to serve outside the ladies.
I do, sometimes, still get to serve ladies’ feet, when they
are waiting patiently outside for their menfolk. But, for the most part, my
menial, municipal mouth spends its lowly time kissing men’s feet, whilst
their women watch. Oh how humiliating for me! How degrading!
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| My humbling location outside the Gents toilets means I mostly have to kiss-respect men's feet |
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| A public footslave has no say over where he is positioned by the authorities |
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| I therefore spend my l,owly life looking at men's socks |
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| My humbling view of my current customer-master's socks |
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| Sir's socks dominate my lowly landscape... |
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| ...as does the aroma of his shoes |
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| Meanwhile, the man's female partner watches on as I kiss her beloved's feet |
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| 'And the other one, slave!' barks sir down at me |
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| The happy couple then head off, leaving the way free for my next customer-sir to step up to my confined face |
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| Yet another pair of male shoes for me to have to kiss-respect |
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| Yet another pair of male socks to have to study and admire! |
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| Meanwhile, the female shoes and socks I so desperately wish to serve are walking away from me! |
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| Oh to kiss those sweet feminine feet for a change! |
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| Oh to study and admire those female socks! |
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| But slaves can't be choosers! |
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| I must focus on whatever socks are presented to my feckless, footslave face |
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| Mansock is just as deserving of my slavish admiration as womansock! |
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| I'm just a sockieboy footslave - a nothing and a nobody in the face of my superiors' socks! |
