The Greatest Privilege

Women often like to mock me – the Gents’ Toilets’ Foot Slavey – as they are awaiting the emergence of their male partners from the Gent’s Lavatory. Take the young woman who is mocking me right now, for instance. She is asking me if I am looking forward to kissing her ‘hubby’s’ feet when he has ‘finished his ablutions’ inside the public restoom? Do I like kissing other men’s feet – real men’s feet? Don’t I feel shame at my lowliness and impotence? Do I like studying men’s SOCKS on their ankles? Wouldn’t I rather be kissing her feet and studying her socks?

These are all rhetorical questions, of course, and I am, in any case, unable to get a word in edgeways before her partner emerges from the restroom and I do, at last, get to kiss his feet, so that I can humbly demonstrate to both the man and the woman my utter, slavish humility in the face of their greatness and power over me.

Kissing the feet of one’s betters, be they male, female or non-binary, is the greatest privilege a lowly slave like me can ever have. 

Female-mocking me...

...asking me if I like kissing other men's feet?

The mocking words are coming so thick and fast, I can't get a respectful word in edgeways

Though, if I could, I would have to humbly confirm to the young woman that kissing feet is my greatest privilege...

...since I'm just a slave...

...begging the pretty mistress's female pardon and forgiveness?

How she laughs at me and looks down upon me!

As soon as her husband emerges from the restroom, she invites him to step manfully up to my face

The man mockingly asks me if I've been waiting to kiss-respect his feet?

I humbly reply that I have indeed, sir, begging your male pardon, master-sir?

I look at the dirty, loafer shoe I am about to have to kiss, and secretly admire its accompanying SOCK

Then, the master-sir, unceremoniously shoves his right foot under my lowly lips

Watched by him and his wife, I kiss his outstretched foot

I hear him laughing triumphantly above me

He switches feet in front of my face

Meanwhile, his lovely wife's giggling sneakers look on

Oh to be granted the honour of kissing her feet too!

But slaves can't be choosers

A slave must respectfully kiss whosoever's feet are presented to him

It's the Law!

The happy couple look down incredulously at my humility and submissiveness

I overhear the mistress-madam telling her beloved husband he looks 'cool' having his feet kissed

She points out to him, as if it needed pointing out, that he is the master and I am the slave!

The couple then resume their looking down upon me...

...as the magnificent master-sir yet again switches his loafered feet in front of my footkissing face

My lowly eyes are on a par with his SOCK!

Eventually, the couple turn and head off...

...leaving me to rot in the dirty ground behind them

The mistress-madam is clearly in awe of her manly husband!

And rightly so, for he is a much better man than me

What a privilege to have kissed his feet, and been mocked by hers!

As their footsteps walk away from me...

...I strain my nugatory neck to try to get one last, lingering look at their feet of greatness

Feet that are better than me...

...and SHOES and SOCKS it has been my lowly privilege to serve!


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