Unannounced Inspection

The public-footslave inspectress’s job is to examine and test all public footslaves periodically in order to ensure their continued fitness for the role. Those who fail the test are consigned to the underground slave mines where they shall spend the rest of their days performing hard labour under the daily, perhaps hourly, sting of the WHIP, so it is important for the public footslave to do their ankle-level best if they don’t wish to lose their prized, lowly position!

The footslave is tested on:

Obedience – his ability to understand and instantly obey orders

Humility – his perceived sense of lowliness and worthlessness (as befits a slave!)

Obsequiousness and submissiveness – his ability to fawn and grovel to a customer

Efficiency – in the case of kissing feet this means his ability to really press down with the lips on the customer’s footwear so that he or she can really feel the slave's mouth and tongue at work on their shoes or boots

Sock admiration and awe – the level of his slavish devotion and wonderment towards the customer’s socks

Fear and trembling – the slave must somehow convey his slavish fear towards the customer

Sometimes the footslave inspections are covert, with the inspectress working undercover in plain clothes, and sometimes, as on this occasion, overt, with the footslave inspectress kindly identifying herself to the slave under scrutiny, albeit on an unannounced visit!

It’s worth mentioning also that a single formal or informal complaint from a customer to the Gynarchy authorities is enough to have the public footslave permanently dismissed from his role, so a public footslave’s lowly life is indeed a precarious one!

The public-footslave inspectress mistress declares her presence to the municipal footslave on an unannounced visit

She brusquely and unsympathetically orders him to begin by kissing her feet

The wily old footslave, who has been the subject of many previous such inspections...

...manages to verbally and sycophantically praise and bless the inspectress-mistress's SOCKS... 

...in between his menial mouthfuls of her superior, loafer SHOE!

To be fair, it's not difficult for him to be in awe of her SOCKS since they are bright red...

...and heavily creased around her ankles!

Any public footservant worth his salt could not fail to be in slavish awe of such fabulous SOCKS!

The inspectress observes the old footslave's self-denigrating demeanour and lowly lipwork on her SHOES...

...as she switches her loafered feet in front of him

Her pretty face gives nothing away...

...as the experienced, but under pressure, footslave desperately tries to be pleasing to her SHOES and SOCKS!