Common-or-Garden Footslave

On a lonely pathway, surrounded by other weeds, a public-pathway footslave is used by an ambler, and then promptly forgotten about. And rightly so, for he's just a common-or-garden footslave!

A woman out ambling in the countryside encounters a lonely pathway-footslave

She stops in front of him - not to pity him, but to mock him

She then (kindly) uses him...

...giving him his first taste of ambler's BOOT that day!

The pathetic old slave kisses the female BOOT enthusiastically...

...for this may well be the humble highlight of his lonely day!

He looks up admiringly at the female SOCK

This, you see, may be his only female company all day. All week, even!

The smell of musty, female sheepskin BOOT...

...and the sight of plain, grey female SOCKTOP!

The sights, smells and tastes of BOOTS and SOCKS - his lowly life!

Sadly for him, the BOOTS and SOCKS soon continue on their journey...

...leaving him behind in the DIRT!

He bows his humble head in shame...

...as he realises he is not worthy to be in the presence of such fabulous BOOTS and SOCKS!

For their part, the BOOTS and SOCKS have already forgotten about him...

...as has their pretty wearer!

He's a nothing and a nobody to her...

...and to everyone else

He's just a common-or-garden, public-pathway footslave. A two-a-penny nonentity. A thing that kisses BOOTS and studies SOCKS - the BOOTS and SOCKS of superior passers-by!


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