Kiss Your Feet, Sir?

He’s known as a public ‘kiss your feet, sir?’ slave, as he effectively invites each and every patron of the Gents toilets to stop and have their feet kiss-respected as they enter or leave the facility.

Needless to say, there is an equivalent ‘kiss your feet, madam?’ slave around the corner at the entrance to the Ladies toilets.

A mighty master-sir emerges from the public restroom facility


'So you want to kiss my feet, do you, boy?'    'Yes sir, master sir. If it pleases you, master sir?'

'Very well, then. Kiss that!' He presents his manly left foot for me to humbly kiss-respect

The master sir then kindly switches to his other foot thereby giving me a taste of his matching, right shoe

'I admire your socks, sir!'

'No talking, slave. Just kissing feet!'

'Yes, master sir.'

I continue to admire my customer's sock in silence. I'm pathetic like that!

But these are, after all, the socks of a real man. Of a much better man than me!

I pay humble homage to the man's superior shoes and socks...

...whilst he willingly lords it over me!

He switches his feet several times in front of my pathetic, feetkissing face...

...before moving on with his life having emptied his bowels and having had his feet kissed

I bow my head in shame behind the master sir's departing feet

Oh how I wish I could be the 'kiss your feet, madam?' slave around the corner!

But footslaves can't be choosers!

I hope and pray that the handsome customer-master feels reinforced in his masculinity and power over me!



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