Never Gets To Go Anywhere

A public feet slavey never gets to go anywhere. He is permanently positioned wheresoever the Gynarchy authorities have chosen to locate him, and must wait for his customers to come to him. Having kiss-respected their FEET, he then has the added ignominy of having to watch their FEET depart, knowing that he can never follow them to HEEL, but must simply stay there and await the arrival of his next esteemed customer.

At least he has lots of memories of different FEET! 

A public feet slavey patiently awaits the arrival of his next customer

He is going nowhere and must wait for his esteemed customers to come to him

He also has no say over who stops to use him

Thankfully, he is currently required to kiss-respect the DIRTY SNEAKERS of a fabulous young woman!

She deftly switches her SNEAKERED FEET in front of his permanently confined face...

...giving him a good view of both her SOCKS!

For her haughty part, she despises him

And rightly so, for he's just a nonentity of a public footslave

All he does is kiss people's FEET!

'Look up at my SOCK, slave!'

What a sweet and kind young woman, giving him her explicit female permission to study her SOCK...

...whilst he is kiss-respecting her SNEAKER!

For there is much to admire about her PLAIN BLACK SOCK - the STITCHING; the CREASES; the BOBBLING!

Meanwhile, his otherwise nugatory nose is breathing in the rubbery aroma of WELL-WORN SNEAKER!

SOCK and SNEAKER - in his FACE!

What more could a permanently confined public feet slavey ask for?

Well, he could ask to be this bright and beautiful young woman's personal feet slavey?

Not that she would be likely to accede to such a pathetic request on his humble part

After all, he's just an old and ugly public footservant!

The pretty customer-mistress, quite rightly, turns her back on him as she has places to go!

And he is going nowhere!

He can only dream of following such a bright and powerful young woman to SNEAKERED and SOCKED HEEL!

He's a nothing and a nobody!

Worth less than his customers' SOCKS!


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