Serving Whosoever Comes My Way

Public footslaves really can’t be choosers. I must serve whosoever comes my way, and so with all due slavish humility and respect!

A mountain of a master-sir heads my way

‘You’re gonna kiss my feet, boy!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. It will be my honour, most magnificent master sir.’


I get down to work - kiss-respecting the magnificent master-sir's feet...

...observing his SOCKS...

...and tasting his SHOES!

The SHOES and SOCKS of a REAL man

A much BETTER man than me!

‘That’s right, boy. Kiss them feet. Taste those shoes an’ look at those socks! Hja! Hja! What a loser!’


‘Yes, master sir. God bless you, master sir. Pray forgive my patheticness, most magnificent and manly master-sir?’


'Hja! Hja! Hja!'

As the master-sir chucklingly walks away from me...

...my eyes remain respectfully focused on his SHOES and SOCKS...

...as befits a down-in-the-dirt, pathetic footslave who must serve whosoever comes his way!

Thankfully, the next pair of feet to come my way belong to a wonderful female customer. I have a natural, innate respect for my female customers, and their SHOES and SOCKS!

I always admire FEMALE FEET, SHOES and SOCKS!

I must kiss many pairs of female feet every day!

Women like using me!

And I like being used by them!


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