Short Straw

I suppose you could say that I have ‘drawn the short straw’, being a Men’s Changing Room footslave – especially given that I am, nominally at least, a heterosexual male, and there aren’t even any women around to witness my humiliation!

But slaves can’t be choosers. This is where the authorities have decided to place me. So I must make the best of a bad job, and respectfully kiss the male gym patrons’ sweaty feet upon their manly command!

Paying humble homage to the feet of a real man

A much younger, stronger, and more handsome man than me!

In short, he is my better, and I must therefore show him slavish respect by kissing his big toenail

I make sure my lowly lips embrace both sides of the nail

Meanwhile, the owner of the sweaty toenail looks down upon me - as well he might!

His other foot is resting on my submissive, whip-scarred shoulder blade

And, as if to add insult to injury, the gym master-sir's sweaty, discarded workout sneakers and socks are perilously close to my face!

'Kiss the skin as well as the nail, slave! Otherwise the WHIP will be for your back!'

The gym WHIP the angry master-sir is referring to!

As you can see, it has graced my back many times before - and the salty sweat from the master's right foot isn't exactly helping my wounds to heal!

I hastily move my lowly lips up to the toeskin immediately above the master-sir's big toenail

Better to kiss sweaty, male toeskin, than to feel WHIP!


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