An office-mistress rests her sweaty, stockinged foot on top of her
at-desk footrest’s face as she busily types on her computer. Later, she is
joined by her friend and colleague, the office cleaner, who asks if she can
borrow the PC to catch up on her personal emails? The office-mistress is only too happy
to take a break from her work and cedes her office desk to the cleaner, who also,
subconsciously, kicks off one of her shoes and utilises the human footrest beneath her whilst
firing off her emails!
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| Casually, even subconsciously, resting her sweaty, nyloned foot on top of the office footslave's face |
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| Her nyloned legs tower over the slave's humble head... |
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| ...as he must ignominiously inhale the aroma of her sweaty, nyloned foot! |
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| Her stockings are somewhat wrinkled, having been on her legs and feet all day! |
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| The slave has little choice but to breathe in the aroma of warm, female foot through the flimsy nylon material |
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| The more she subliminally flexes her toes, the more wrinkled the nylons become over the footslave's face! |
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| Sadly for him, he is not permitted to kiss or lick those nyloned toes. Only sniff them! |
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| If truth be told, the wretched slave would happily kiss-respect the pretty office-mistress's entire nyloned leg! |
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| But she won't have any of that! He's just a slave. Not her boyfriend! |
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| Indeed, she's not thinking of the slave at all as she focuses on her work! |
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| Nor does she care if her stockinged foot is wrinkled and sweaty! |
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| To her, the at-desk office footslave is just another piece of office furniture |
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| A human footstool, if you will... |
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| ...Something for her to rest her tired feet on! |
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| The slave understands that and suffers in silence |
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| Besides, after years of feet-servitude, he's used to the smell of sweaty feet! |
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| He overhears the office cleaner-mistress asking if she can use the computer to catch up on her emails? |
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| His office mistress is only too happy to take a break from her computer and cedes her seat to the cleaner |
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| The slave now has the indinity... |
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| ...of smelling a plastic, white clog on his face! |
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| The everyday dirt from her shoesole seeps into his facial pores! |
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| He can even taste the dirt - although he still isn't permitted to lick. He's a footstool; not a feet cleaner! |
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| Mercifully (?) the cleaner-mistress subliminally kicks off her white clog and repositions her bare foot on his face |
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| Once again, the slave must inhale sweaty stink... |
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| ...albeit delicate, feminine footstink! |
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| He hears the high heels of his office-mistress click-clacking across the office floor as she heads to the office cafe |
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| Two bright office workers - both happy to use his face as a footrest! |
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| This is all he is good for! |
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