On The Periphery

I exist on the periphery of society – literally so, since I am positioned by the authorities on so-called ‘Hookers’ Hill’, overlooking the city. Here I am constantly surrounded by the FEET and FOOTWEAR of some of the Gynarchy’s most esteemed prostitutes, and oftentimes find my menial, municipal mouth kiss-respecting said feminine footwear, as well as the FOOTWEAR of some of the ladies’ gentlemen-clients.

Here you see me surrounded by the FEET of three of my betters – two ladies of the night and a gentleman-voyeur sir, who gets his kicks out of watching me being humiliated at the FEET of others!

I am currently surrounded by three of my betters - two ladies of the night and a gentleman voyeur-sir

The ladies are enjoying a well-earned break and a cigarette

I have the BOOTS of one prostitute near the side of my head

And the SOCKS and SANDALS of the other prostitute in front of me

Both the BOOTS and the SANDALS and SOCKS must be viewed with the utmost, slavish respect by me

As indeed must the SHOES of the voyeur master-sir

I'm just a slave - the lowest of the low, unfit to look my BETTERS in the eye...

...only in their FEET...

...and FOOTWEAR!

Eventually, the Chinese prostitute-mistress puts us all out of our misery and presents her SOCKED TOES for me to kiss!

Her companion-prostitute looks down upon me with rightful disdain, as my lips touch hardworking-girl SOCK

The asian beauty then effortlessly switches her SOCKED FEET in front of my face...

...her cigarette never leaving her mouth!

Oh how the voyeur master-sir must be relishing this scene!

The sight of lowly me, kiss-respecting a Chinese prostitute's SOCKS...

...next to her fellow prostitute's BOOTS!

I can hear the master-sir laughing and chuckling to himself. He didn't even have to pay the girls to humiliate me!


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