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!
A public footservant at a Gynarchy bus stop must accustomise himself to all kinds of FEET and FOOTWEAR - resting on his FACE! A bright, casually-dressed young woman of the Gynarchy wearing clogs on her feet approaches the bus stop She takes a seat directly over the bus-stop footslave, using his face as a footrest. And rightly so, for that's what he's there for! Meanwhile, she casually inspects the contents of her phone... ...whilst she is seated cross-legged, thus with one of her clogged feet hovering in the air... ...whilst the other rests on top of the slave's feckless forehead! All he can see, and smell, is CLOG! He examines the underside of the female clog with awe and respect - as befits a footslave! Her HEEL and SOLE press down upon his face! Then she subliminally kicks off her CLOG and positions her soft, feminine, BARE FOOT on his upturned face! Now he can smell SWEAT... ...and unvarnished TOENAILS... ...as he stares up at shapely, female CALF MUSCLE! Her LEG is sm...
A pretty mistress mockingly asks me how I am liking it – having people’s dirty feet and shoes resting on my face all day – before placing her own dirty bootsole on top of my forlorn face! It just goes to show how I am at the mercy of everyone whom I encounter - and can expect none! Asking me how I am liking it as she presses her dirty bootsole down onto my face I feel the weight of her SOCK as well as her BOOT! I am forbidden to even lick the BOOTSOLE without her explicit, female permission... ...which isn't forthcoming! So right now, all I can do is smell her DIRTY BOOT... ...and stare up at her SOCK... ...the BOOT and SOCK of a young woman bearing down on me! What a permanently ignominious and vulnerable position I am in... ...at the mercy of everyone's BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS! I'm just a thing to be trampled on... ...a human FOOTREST! No wonder my pretty tormentress is laughing at me! She's right to do so, for I am at her FEMALE MERCY!
A slave kneels at his masters’ feet as they relax in their lounge. The slave’s master is showing off in front of his pretty girlfriend (the slave’s mistress), joshing about how magnificent and handsome he is and how lucky she is to have him as her boyfriend! Of course, as far as the slave is concerned, his magnificent master-sir is not joshing, but is a genuinely great man, and a far better and much more handsome man than the slave himself, who is fit only to study his master’s girlfriend’s SOCKS whilst she is suitably amused by her manly boyfriend’s antics! The master-sir extols his own virtues in front of his pretty girlfriend... ...commenting on how handsome he is and how lucky she is to have him! Of course, from his slave's point of view, the master-sir is truly magnificent! I'll wager those masterful SHOES have been kiss-respected by the slave's lowly lips on many an ignominious occasion? But, for now at least, the slave must focus on his master's girlfriend...
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