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 Althea (45) actively encourages her two grown-up daughters, misses Tanesa (22) and Precious (19) madams, to use me as their human footrest whenever they are relaxing together on their living-room sofa All three lovely ladies use me as a human footrest as they are on their phones Ms Tanesa madam is busily texting her boyfriend... ...having kicked off her sandals... ...and whilst resting her sweaty, bare feet on my upturned face! The stench of her TOES is quite overwhelming... ...since she hasn't showered this morning and has just been out for a long walk Her TOES grip my face! All I can see is TOE-BOTTOM! She subliminally wriggles her TOES as they rest on top of my face Her BIG TOENAIL, as you can see, is unpedicured and chipped! Meanwhile her sister, Ms Precious madam, is busy having a text chat with one of her besties Ms Precious madam has nonchalantly kicked off her SNEAKERS... ...and is resting her SWEATY-SOCKED feet on my chest! She is actively rubbing the SWEAT of...
This allegedly hardworking sock slavey must kneel discreetly and unobtrusively underneath his pretty, but indolent, mistress’s bed and sniff her dirty, used SOCKS which are lying untidily on her bedroom floor whilst she relaxes on her phone high above him. In due course, he shall doubtless be ordered by his lazy mistress to pick up her dirty SOCKS with his menial mouth and then mouth wash them before handwashing and then blow-drying them, ready for her feet again on a subsequent day? The mistress relaxes indolently on her bed catching up on her social media via her phone She doesn't have care in the world, and nor should she She is a slaveowning mistress! She can't even be othered to take off the current pair of SNEAKERS and SOCKS she is wearing... ...whilst she is relaxing on her bed. And understandably so, for they are very nice-looking SNEAKERS and SOCKS! Her personal sock slavey, however, is currently preoccupied with her dirty, used SOCKS lying on the floor That's bec...
As a general rule, the shorter the SOCK, the more EXCITING it is for the footslave, for when it comes to SOCK, less is more! What a humbling honour! What an exciting privilege - to be confronted with the SHORT, RED SOCKS of a customer-mistress! Even as I am required to KISS HER SNEAKERS, I am thinking about her SHORT SOCKS... ...and how they must be absorbing her precious, feminine FOOTSWEAT inside her warm SHOES? Oh how I yearn to be such a SOCK! Or even just a SINGLE STITCH within such a SHORT SOCK! I would willingly absorb the wearer's FOOTSWEAT into the very fibre of my being! Of course, from her point of view, she is merely wearing RED SOCKS to match her RED TOP! And, no doubt, the majority of men will be admiring that revealing RED TOP... ...rather than having their eyes glued to the TOPS of her RED SOCKS! But I have no business thinking about this bright young woman's BRIGHT RED TOP. My only business is with SOCK! I'm just a SLAVE... ...and SLAVES serve SOCKS! Well,...
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