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!
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| Paying humble homage to the feet of a real man |
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| A much younger, stronger, and more handsome man than me! |
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| In short, he is my better, and I must therefore show him slavish respect by kissing his big toenail |
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| I make sure my lowly lips embrace both sides of the nail |
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| Meanwhile, the owner of the sweaty toenail looks down upon me - as well he might! |
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| His other foot is resting on my submissive, whip-scarred shoulder blade |
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| 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! |
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| 'Kiss the skin as well as the nail, slave! Otherwise the WHIP will be for your back!' |
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| The gym WHIP the angry master-sir is referring to! |
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| 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! |
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| I hastily move my lowly lips up to the toeskin immediately above the master-sir's big toenail |
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| Better to kiss sweaty, male toeskin, than to feel WHIP! |
