He 'Aint Heavy, He's My Customer-Master Sir

A slightly portly master-sir approaches me in order to use me to have his sneakered feet kiss-respected. I am powerless to prevent him from doing so, both physically and legally, since the Laws of the Gynarchy state that any freemale master-sir can use me, on account of his being, by definition, a superior man to me. I'm just a slave.

This master-sir, though a complete stranger whom I have never met before, is perfectly entitled to use me

I'm just a public footslave, which means just that - a slave of the general public...

...including master-sirs!

He, quite rightly, looks down upon me as he shoves his sneakered foot onto my lowly lips

I am equally subordinate to his SOCK!

MUST show slavish respect for this stranger's SHOES and SOCKS!

For they are the SHOES and SOCKS of a much better man than me!

Compared to him, I'm just a weed...

...fit only to taste where he has been!

I should deem it an honour to be allowed to even touch his dirty sneaker-toes with my menial mouth!

Silently, he turns his back on me and walks away...

...leaving me to rot amongst the weeds and the dirt behind him

I dare not even look at this magnificent and mighty master-sir above the SOCKS!

My humble head must remain suitably bowed in the presence of his superior, departing SNEAKERS and SOCKS

The SNEAKERS and SOCKS of a true gentleman!

SNEAKERS and SOCKS I could only ever aspire to follow to HEEL!

For we both know I am not good enough to be their full-time SHOE and SOCK servant!


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