His Place On The Piazza

Slavey must kneel silently next to his master and mistress’s feet in the piazza café and study their SOCKS whilst they enjoy a refreshing drink together high above him.

Slavey knows his lowly place on the piazza, which is at the FEET of his master and mistress beneath their cafe table...

...studying their SOCKS!

He knows he is not fit to even think of his masters above their SOCKS!

Every SOCK CREASE must be diligently studied...

...and admired!

Though he must also ponder how each SOCK CREASE got there, and how to fix each crease later

Moreover, although his feckless face is closest to his mistress's SOCKED ANKLES, he must not neglect his master's SOCKS...

...for they are the SOCKS of his mistress's chosen sexual partner...

...her handsome husband!

The master's SOCKS therefore own him too!

These people are, quite frankly, his infinite BETTERS!

The slavey knows he is fit only to look them in the SOCK!


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  1. Max17 April 2026 at 09:40

    Next work I ask you, ofc when you have time... Another office footrest, this time let him enjoy life a bit, the office mistress with her heels on his face, after a while she takes them off and put her stockinged feet on his face (stockings with the reinforced toes, the classic ones). The office mistress was showing something on the screen to the last intern, a young blonde with strappy sandals. She is barefoot. She sits on the chair to use the program and also put her young bare soles on the slave's face, which is forbidden to lick it (it could have a scotch on his mouth). BTW I enjoyed your stories, do you think you're going to write some of them again? A public footslave 2.0 would be appreciated by everyone I guess

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