Daily Bread And Butter

Another Japanese master-sir approaches me from down the street. It being a stiflingly hot summer’s day, he stops to have his feet kiss-refreshed by my menial, municipal mouth. I therefore taste his personal footsweat on my lowly lips, as befits a slave kissing his master’s feet, though this master-sir is, obviously, just one of many whom I must serve on a daily basis. Kissing feet, the feet of strangers, male and female, is my daily bread and butter - along with their toejam and footsweat!

A public footslave like me has no choice over who stops by and uses him

Masters and mistresses are fully entitled to avail themselves of his lowly, feetkissing services

So, as soon as the Japanese master-sir presents his foot to my face, I must, by Law, pucker up and kiss-refresh it!

I humbly embrace the master-sir's big toe with my lowly lips...

...the big toe of a stranger, whom I have never met before!

But it is a stranger, and a big toe, that must be shown the utmost slavish respect!

Passers-by are amused at my humiliation, but not surprised

Public footslaves like me are a common sight on almost every street corner in the Gynarchy...

...including here in the Japanese quarter!

I humbly and reverentially study the foot I am kissing...

...the veins, the hairs, the brittleness in the toenails

It is, after all, the foot of my better - of a free man!

And it is only right and proper that a slave man like me should pay homage to a free master-sir!

Besides, better to kiss feet than to invoke the man's wrath!

He looks like he wouldn't hesitate to do me harm, should I be displeasing to him!

I have no intention of displeasing the stranger master-sir, and every intention of satisfying his lust for dominance!

As the master-sir casually continues on his way...

...I study his departing, sandalled foot...

...the one closest to my face...

...and the toes I have just kissed...

...beneath his manly ankle-veins!


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