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...
An office-mistress rests her sweaty, stockinged foot on top of her at-desk footrest’s face as she busily types on her computer. Later, she is joined by her friend and colleague, the office cleaner, who asks if she can borrow the PC to catch up on her personal emails? The office-mistress is only too happy to take a break from her work and cedes her office desk to the cleaner, who also, subconsciously, kicks off one of her shoes and utilises the human footrest beneath her whilst firing off her emails! Casually, even subconsciously, resting her sweaty, nyloned foot on top of the office footslave's face Her nyloned legs tower over the slave's humble head... ...as he must ignominiously inhale the aroma of her sweaty, nyloned foot! Her stockings are somewhat wrinkled, having been on her legs and feet all day! The slave has little choice but to breathe in the aroma of warm, female foot through the flimsy nylon material The more she subliminally flexes her toes, the more wrinkled the n...
A Gynarchy household slave is NOT part of the family. He is merely another piece of furniture that the family owns – in this case, a footstool. 21-year-old Ms Shannon, the young mistress of the family, uses the family footslave as a footstool whilst listening to music Said footstool must simultaneously breathe in the stinky aroma of a pair of Ms Shannon's recently worn SOCKS It will be his job to pick up and mouth wash those dirty SOCKS later, since he is also a washing machine But, for now, he must silently and reverentially study the SOCKS, identifying those areas of SWEAT he shall have to suck on the hardest! Meanwhile, Ms Shannon's BOOT rests on his otherwise nugatory neck Therby pressing his humble head down towards the smelly SOCKS! She is not in the least bit concerned that the old slave man is having to breathe in her STINKY SOCK aroma! He's just a piece of furniture for her to rest her BOOTED FEET on! She never even talks to him - except to bark down her FEMALE OR...
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