The public footslave positioned near the entrance to a depot
is kept busy throughout the night kissing the feet of both passers-by and of nightshift
workers.
Nor does he get much respite during the daytime!
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A female construction worker stops outside the entrance to the depot to have her muddy workboots kiss-respected... |
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...by the public footslave! |
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The top of her sock is tantalisingly on display for the hapless footslave! |
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In front of him are a line of shoes and boots waiting to be kissed |
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But, for now of course, he must concentrate his lowly lips on the muddy boots directly in front of him |
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The workboots taste as vile as they look! |
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Behind them, waiting in the wings, are a much cleaner-looking pair of civilian loafers... |
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...with pale grey socks |
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And behind them, the army-style boots... |
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...of a master-sir focussing intently on the contents of his phone |
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Meanwhile the wearer of the civilian loafers is enjoying a cigarette... |
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...as the female construction worker glowers down with contempt upon the filth at her feet! |
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And rightly so, for he is, after all, just a dirty slave! |
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A public footslave, condemned to kiss the shoes and boots of his betters... |
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...day and night... |
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...night and day... |
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...365 days a year! |
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The ignominious sign above his humble head says it all - 'PUBLIC FOOTSLAVE' |
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Observe how the fool looks up to his better's SOCK... |
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...and studies the rough leather of her BOOT! |
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Truly, he's just a down-in-the-dirt footslave. An ignoramus. Worth less than the socks he admires. Despised by all! |