Socked Feet Kisser

In some Gynarchy households, the slave must routinely kiss his betters’ socked feet. It’s an added humiliation to have to feel his masters’ toes wriggling beneath their socks. 

This slave lives his lowly life amongst socks...

...the socks of his masters and owners

He spends much of his degrading day kissing their socked feet...

...having to inhale the sweaty aroma of their socks...

...and study the stitching and the creases in their socks

There is no respite for the household sockslave... and no dignity!

Of course, his sock-wearing owners couldn't give two hoots about their pathetic sockslave's loss of dignity!

To them he's just something they own and on whom they impose their sweaty-socked feet!

I'll wager the slave has had to kiss his elderly master's socks on many an ignominious occasion!

The black socks of his master sir

But, for now at least, the black socks merely watch on as the slave must kiss-respect his pretty mistress's socks...


...both of them!


Oh how his betters despise the slave at their socked feet!


And rightly so - for he's just an impotent kisser of socked feet!

He lives in a world of other people's sweaty socks

Their superior socks are his life!

He both respects...

...and admires...

...and fears their socks!

For he is at their socks' mercy, and in their power!

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