Office Shoe-Starer Cum Footrest

The under-desk office footslave must stare at the undersides of the feet and footwear of his office superiors, and occasionally even act as their humble footrest!

It’s a humiliating and degrading existence, but one he is ideally suited for, being a mere slave!

An office mistress is seated at her desk with the office footslave lying below her

He is legally obliged to stare up at the bottom of her office shoe

Oh how he yearns to taste her dirty shoesole...

...not to mention her pedicured TOES!

But she ignores him, her grainy sandal-sole hovering in the humiliating air just inches above his face!

At one point, she subliminally kicks off her SHOE...

...to give her TOES room to breathe..

...directly above the slave's upturned face!

Haha, the fool must observe the lady's toes wriggling just out of reach!

He instinctively sticks out his tongue in the forlorn hope of a quick taste of sweet feminine footsweat!

But, although he can smell her delicate sweat, he can't touch it!

The heavy iron slave-collar around his neck prevents him from lifting his humble head high enough!

For her part, the young woman is deliciously oblivious to the slave's suffering and frustration beneath her foot!

She slips her right shoe back on and leaves the desk without saying a word to the slave

To her, he's just another piece of office furniture...

...fit only to stare up at her feet and shoes!

Humiliatingly, the next office superior to hotdesk above the supine slave is a man!

The CEO, in fact!

The master-sir casually kicks off one of his expensive shoes and uses the slave's face as a sockrest

The delicate aroma of female foot is now replaced by the much more ammoniac aroma of male foot!

The slave is humiliatingly trapped beneath the superior man's SOCK!

This is NOT what the slave was hoping for when the previous female office worker had sat above him!

He would have gladly sniffed her office socks (if she had been wearing any!)

But, office footslaves can't be choosers when it comes to exactly whose feet they must serve!


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