A master-sir – a magnificent man – enjoys tormenting and
mocking me:
‘He hee, you’re just a slave! You have to kiss people’s
feet, and that! He hee, I’m gonna enjoy watching you bein’ humiliated at people’s
feet, slave!’
‘Yes, master sir. Thanking you kindly, master sir. I kiss
your feet, sir.’
He then stands nearby, watching my humiliation at the feet
of a pretty customer-mistress.
‘He hee, you’re just a slave! You have to kiss people’s feet, and that!...
...He hee, I’m gonna enjoy watching you bein’ humiliated at people’s feet, slave!’
‘Yes, master sir. Thanking you kindly, master sir. I kiss your feet, sir.’
I bow my humble head in shame in front of the superior man's sneakers and socks
I am fit only to kiss such a magnificent man in the foot...
...and to have his sock towering over my humble head
Better to kiss his feet than to invoke his wrath!
'He hee, loser slave!'
'You're just a feetkissin' fritter! He hee!'
'He hee he hee!'
Even the master-sir's SOCK appears to be mocking me!
I repeatedly kiss his dirty sneaker-toe...
...whilst being subjected to his sniggering and mockery
The magnificent master-sir then stands to one side and observes me kissing a stranger's feet - the feet of a young woman
I can still hear him sniggering
But better to kiss feet than to earn WHIP!
I can just observe the customer-mistress's short blue sock peeking out above her plain white sneaker
I humbly focus in on the STITCHING in the sock...
...and the way it stretches below her shapely ankle
I audaciously even look at the superb customer-mistress's bare ankleskin above the SOCK!
Truly, I'm just a weed down amongst the other weeds
A feetkissing, sock-admiring WEED...
...surrounded by the feet and footwear of my betters...
...as they look disparagingly down upon me
And rightly so, for I'm just a slave at their superior feet!
As soon as the young woman has gone, the master-sir resumes his merciless mockery of me
'He hee, how did you like it, slave? How did you like kissin' that babe's feet? Could you see her sock?'
'Yes, master sir, if it pleases you sir, thanking you kindly sir?'
'Sir, I think you're great, sir...
...May I kiss your feet again, sir?'
'Oh sir, oh master sir! Your SOCKS, sir!...
...Your SHOES, sir! Pray permit this slave to pay humble homage to your feet once more, most mighty master-sir?'
'He hee, very well slave! You may kiss my feet. And DON'T look at me above the SOCK, loser!...
...You're not fit to look at me above the SOCK!'
The master-sir is right. His SOCKS are my masters!
As I listen to the soft, departing footsteps of the customer-mistress, my senses are filled with the tastes and smells of MAN SNEAKER!
My mistress Hala’s SOCKS are full of nutrients, so whenever she relaxes at home with her SOCKED FEET resting on top of my upturned face, I endeavour to discreetly absorb some of those precious female nutrients into my feckless, footslave facial pores. What a privilege, what an honour, for a dirty, male slave such as myself to have some of my mistress's FEMALE FOOT DNA rub off on me via her SOCKS! My mistress Hala madam relaxes with her SOCKED FEET resting on top of my humbly upturned face She has every right to use my face as a SOCKREST... ...as I am her household FOOTSLAVE! Her SOCKS are CRUMPLED and SWEATY, having been on her FEET inside her SNEAKERS all day! I endeavour to absorb some of her FEMALE SOCK NUTRIENTS into my facial pores I can only hope that some of her FEMALE GREATNESS will rub off on me via her SOCKS? All I can SMELL, FEEL and SEE right now is her SOCKS... ...SOCKS that I have been following to HEEL and studying on her ANKLES all day! Meanwhile, my mistress Hala ...
Behind closed doors, in virtually any Gynarchy household, you will likely find a porch-footslave respectfully kissing his master or mistress's FEET. Porch Footslaves are a common fixture in most Gynarchy homes! Q: What's going on behind this closed door? A: An Arab mistress is having her FEET kiss-respected by a Gynarchy porch-footslave! The porch-footslave is a permanent fixture in her hallway She uses him frequently every day, as does every other member of her household! All day long, the humble slave must KISS FEET... ...the FEET of his OWNERS and BETTERS Note how the frightened slave doesn't dare to look up at his mistress above the SOCK... ...out of his slavish respect for her And rightly so, for she is his MISTRESS and INFINITE BETTER! See how she looks down upon the lowly porch-footslave at her FEET! She, quite rightly, has nothing but haughty righteous contempt for him... ...and for his humble part he has nothing but slavish respect for both her and her FOOTWEAR !
A pretty, Asian customer-mistress in her mid-twenties approaches me from across the town square. I humbly study her SNEAKERS and SOCKS the closer she gets, as I know I shall be getting a taste of those FEMALE SNEAKERS soon enough. Literally so! But first, she crouches down to my lowly level in order to mock me to my confined face in her broken English: ‘Haha, you like me, slave? You like kiss my feet? Haha, you a dirty humble head. I laugh at you!’ She then deliberately pokes me in the eye with her finger in order to cause me physical as well as psychological pain! She then listens intently as I praise her, as I am required to do of all my customers by Law: ‘Oh pray, pretty Asian mistress, if it pleases you pretty Asian mistress madam, thank you most kindly for mocking me and for poking me in the eye, miss. Oh mistress, this slave does indeed like you, miss, and would deem it an honour to be permitted to kiss your feet, madam, and to study your SOCKS, miss, if you would be ...
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