Regular customer, master William sir (‘Billy’ to his mates,
but I am his local public humble-head slave, not his ‘mate’) informs me, as I
am once again kiss-respecting his SNEAKERS, that he will be bringing along his new
girlfriend to introduce to me later.
He explains that she is from the Philippines, and that I must
make sure to show her the same degree of footslavish respect as I do to him. He
warns me that if I fail to be pleasing to his pretty, Filipina girlfriend, he
will have me ‘taken out of my hole and sorely WHIPPED!’
I humbly seek to reassure master William sir that I will be honoured
to kiss-respect his Filipina girlfriend’s FEET, and pray and beg him to show
mercy on me, as I am an humble and impotent footslave at his FEET sir, begging
his masterful pardon sir?
He snorts derisively at me and heads off to fetch his
girlfriend.
Master William sir, during one of his regular visits to my face, informs me that he will soon be introducing me to his new girlfriend
He explains that she is from the Philippines, and he warns me that I must show her the utmost slavish respect, or he shall have me WHIPPED!
As I kiss-respect master William's SNEAKERS I endeavour to verbally reassure him that I shall indeed show the most fervent respect for his new girlfriend...
...and I even praise and bless him for offering to introduce her to me!
I assure the master-sir that my lowly lips will afford his Filipina girlfriend's FEET the same slavish respect that I show to his FEET...
...as his LONG and MIGHTY SOCK towers over my humble head!
Master William sir appears sceptical of my ability to please his girlfriend with my humility...
...but leaves to get her anyway!
As I impotently watch the BACKS of his DEPARTING SNEAKERS and SOCKS...
I resolve to do my ankle-level best to be pleasing to master William sir and his consort...
...and to thus, hopefully, avoid the BITING STING of the SLAVE WHIP!
When master William sir returns later with his aforementioned Filipina girlfriend, it is self-evident that she is a
stunning beauty! Master William sir explains to his pretty girlfriend my humble role
in life – which is to kiss the FEET of everyone who happens my way – and he
promptly invites his girlfriend to step up to my face and use me.
Being a worldly-wise young woman, she makes no hesitation in
doing so, ordering me in her broken English to ‘kiss FEET of Filipina girl’
and stressing (to the master-sir’s evident delight) that I must ‘kiss the
dirtiest parts’! Her high-top SNEAKERS are indeed heavily soiled, and her BLACK
SOCKS creased and unkempt-looking, so I feel truly humbled as I
obediently lower my lips to her arrogantly outstretched SHOE and pay my labial
homage to it!
I also make sure, in between my respectful kisses to her
SNEAKERS, to verbally express my respect and admiration for the mistress-madam,
begging her female pardon as I do so, as I hope and pray this will be pleasing both
to her and to master William sir, and that he won’t therefore need to
carry out his non-idle threat of having me sorely WHIPPED?
I’m relieved to say that, as they turn to leave, the girl
expresses her satisfaction to her manly boyfriend, who is seemingly all smiles!
Satisfied customers! I shall live and breathe and KISS FEET
for another day!
On his return, master William sir wastes no time in explaining my humiliating role to his pretty girlfriend and inviting her to step up to my face and use me
She, likewise, wastes no time in doing so...
...gleefully ordering me to kiss the dirtiest parts of her SNEAKERS!
She appears to be a worldly-wise young woman. A smoker. Master William sir has got a good catch!
But it is not my place to judge this young woman, of course. My business is to humbly KISS HER FEET...
...and to be pleasing to her...
...and thus to her boyfriend, my regular customer master William sir!
I make sure, therefore, that my lowly lips embrace the dirtiest parts of her SNEAKER-TOE, in accordance with her Filipina-girl wishes!
Her tattooed leg towering above me only serves to emphasise that this is a truly street-wise young woman...
...who is fully deserving of my slavish fear and respect!
I fear master William sir, of course - as I do all my customers!
But kissing the FEET of a stranger is always a frightening experience...
...since one can never be sure if one is being pleasing to them?
All I can do is my FOOT-LEVEL best...
...and hope and pray that my customers won't BEAT me!
Mercifully, as the loving couple turn their haughty backs on me to walk away...
...I overhear the mistress-madam expressing her joy at having her FEET KISSED by the 'dirty slave'!
She's even asking her boyfriend if they can come again tomorrow, when her SNEAKERS will likely be even dirtier?
As I watch the BACK of one of her DIRTY SNEAKERS walk away from me, I also hear master William-sir gleefully agreeing to his pretty girlfriend's request!
I find myself, pathetically, wondering whether this beautiful Filipina customer-mistress will be wearing the same SOCKS inside her SNEAKERS tomorrow?
I'll just have to wait and see. I know master William sir changes his SOCKS every two days or so!
In many countries of the world there still exists a glass ceiling for women in the workplace. But NOT in the great Gynarchy of Barbaria. Here all women can easily break through the glass ceiling, and it is the male slave who languishes beneath it as they rest their office feet on top of him. Indeed, the male slave is nowhere near breaking through the glass ceiling; he can never break through the glass floor ! In a Gynarchy office, a Muslim woman sits confidently at her desk, with her FEET resting on top of a male slave Like all women in the Great Gynarchy of Barbaria, she has successfully broken through the glass ceiling It is the lowly, male office slave who must lie under glass, beneath the FEET of his female office superiors Looking up at their FEET is all he is good for! There is more intelligence in their FEET than there is in the whole of his maleslave body! And it's not just magnificent Muslim women who hotdesk it above him Next to sit at the office desk above his humble, ...
Ms Saanvi madam is one of the office mistresses who regularly sits at the desk beneath which the office footrest is imprisoned beneath glass. Ms Saanvi likes to wear her traditional sari to work, along with her ornate foot decorations and sandals. However, she will occasionally kick off her sandals and rest her bare feet directly over the glass-covered face of the imprisoned footslave! The office footslave often finds himself beneath the sandalled feet of sari-wearing Ms Saanvi madam Her feet are always pleasingly decorated with ornate ankle chains All frustratingly out of reach to the glass-imprisoned office footslave, of course! All he can see is the plain sole of her leather sandal! Even her perfectly pedicured toenails are hidden from his humble view whilst she keeps her sandals on! He wishes he could at least smell and lick her sandal bottoms... ...so that he could taste and smell where she has been! Ms Saanvi, meanwhile, is oblivious to the slave's sufferings and frustration...
My mistress Hala’s SOCKS are full of nutrients, so whenever she relaxes at home with her SOCKED FEET resting on top of my upturned face, I endeavour to discreetly absorb some of those precious female nutrients into my feckless, footslave facial pores. What a privilege, what an honour, for a dirty, male slave such as myself to have some of my mistress's FEMALE FOOT DNA rub off on me via her SOCKS! My mistress Hala madam relaxes with her SOCKED FEET resting on top of my humbly upturned face She has every right to use my face as a SOCKREST... ...as I am her household FOOTSLAVE! Her SOCKS are CRUMPLED and SWEATY, having been on her FEET inside her SNEAKERS all day! I endeavour to absorb some of her FEMALE SOCK NUTRIENTS into my facial pores I can only hope that some of her FEMALE GREATNESS will rub off on me via her SOCKS? All I can SMELL, FEEL and SEE right now is her SOCKS... ...SOCKS that I have been following to HEEL and studying on her ANKLES all day! Meanwhile, my mistress Hala ...
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