See-Through Footstool

I am a helpless footslave at a bus stop. My customers can see right through me, just as I can see through the glass footstool at the soles of their feet! Here you see three superb young women imposing their bare feet on my glass-confined face.

So near, and yet so far!

Lying on my back in the dirt - helplessly awaiting the arrival of my next 'customer' at the bus stop!

A gaggle of girls approaches. They laugh out loud at my ignominious position

The black goddess is first to kick off her flip flops and sit regally over me on the bus-stop bench

The sole of her bare left foot is now resting on the glass immediately above my humble head

I can see she has red-varnished toenails

But it's the base of her toes that dominates my lowly field of vision

Her foot is almost resting on my face. So near, and yet so far!

I wonder if her feet smell?

Oh to be able to respectfully kiss and lick her bare black foot sole!

I would endeavour not to tickle her sensitive sole with my footslave tongue!

Meanwhile, the sandalled feet of the Chinese girl watch on...

...at my humiliation beneath their black friend's bare feet!

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! Oh how impotent I feel!

The black girl puts her flip flops back onto her feet and makes way for her Chinese friend 

Asian feet now replace black feet on top of my upturned face

Again, I must ignominiously look at the beautiful, bare feet from beneath the glass!

Beyond the toes, I can see the pretty face of the Chinese girl smiling down at me - a triumphalist smile!

Truly I am at these girls' mercy!

Again, my lowly field of vision is dominated by sweet feminine toes!

But the bare toes are soon replaced by gladiator sandals!

The redhead girl has moved to stand over me, like her friends before her eventually kicking off her sandals...

...and resting her bare foot on top of the glass footstool above my face!

Three laughing, smiling goddesses are now staring triumphantly down at me from on high

All I can do is look up at their feet and mentally worship them

The three bright young women eventually get bored with me and move off, congratulating themselves as they do so

To add insult to injury, they never were intending to catch a bus!

 

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