Lowly Life Of A Public Sock Slavey

A public sock slavey humbly stares at a master-sir’s SOCKS as they both await the emergence of the master-sir’s pretty girlfriend from the public restroom, at which point the slavey must switch his humble attention to her SOCKS as he kiss-respects her FEET!

Humbly and respectfully studying a master-sir's SOCKS...

...as said master-sir uses the public sock slavey's humble head as a FOOTREST...

...whilst he is awaiting the emergence of his beloved girlfriend from the public restroom

The master-sir is a stranger to the slave

He has never had the honour of studying this master-sir's SOCKS before!

But he is now not only studying them; he is being oppressed by them, as he feels the weight of the master-sir's SNEAKER and SOCK on top of his humble slave-head!

The master-sir, meanwhile, is uninterested in the public sock-slavey beneath him...

...as he focuses on his text messages

Only the slavey is concerned with the master-sir's SOCKS...

...as he is required to be BY LAW...

...until such time as the master-sir's pretty girlfriend, the mistress-madam, emerges from the restoom...

...and promptly has the public sock slavey kiss her FEET!

Now the slavey must concentrate on the mistress's SOCKS...

...as befits a sock slavey paying homage to a female customer's FOOTWEAR!

He humbly and worshipfully studies a CREASE in her WHITE SOCK...

...indeed several CREASES!

The slavey dare not look at, or even think about, his pretty customer, the master-sir's girlfriend, above her SOCKS!

His betters' SOCKS are his only legitimate business...

...the SOCKS of members of the public who are entitled to use him to have their FEET KISSED and their SOCKS slavishly admired! Such is the lowly life of a public SOCK SLAVEY - filled with SOCKS!

 

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