Sink Estate Corridor Footslave

All day (and sometimes all night) I must kiss the feet of the sink estate residents as they walk along the corridor.

One of my betters - a sink-estate resident by the name of Ms Jasmin madam - approaches me down the corridor

Her footsteps are soft as she is wearing sneakers

Said sneakers stop in front of me and adopt a pose of superiority

The right sneaker is then silently shoved onto my menial, slave mouth

I duly kiss the sneaker - and most respectfully so!

I simultaneously admire Ms Jasmin's SOCK!

These are, after all, the SNEAKERS and SOCKS of a SINK-ESTATE GODDESS!

For her haughty part, Ms Jasmin madam merely stares down at me. She very much holds me in contempt!

Whereas I look up to her, and her SOCKS. Literally so!

The winner

The loser...

...kissing the winner's feet!

The winner walks off

Rightly proud of herself...

...and her humiliation of me - the lowly and impotent, sink-estate corridor slave!

I bow my humble, feetkissing head in SHAME...

...as Ms Jasmin's superior SNEAKERS and SOCKS leave me to rot!


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