Not Worthy Of Her Conversation

I'm just the lowly office feetkisser-cum-shoesucker. I am not worthy of the office-mistresses' or masters' conversation.

A haughty office-mistress, quite rightly, doesn't even bother to look at me as I suck-shine her office shoes

She can't bring herself to talk to me, and nor should she...

..for I am too far down the Gynarchy social scale for her to view me as a human being

I'm just a slave...

...fit only to suck-shine her office shoes...

...whilst staring enviously at her bare feet, which get to reside inside those shoes!

Why on earth would she bother to speak to me?

She doesn't even need to bark her orders down at me... 

...since kissing feet and sucking shoes is all I do!

Similarly, of course, she has no need to thank me as she turns to head back to her office desk

One doesn't need to thank a slave!

I bow my humble head in silent shame behind the pretty office-mistress's departing feet

Even her toe cleavage is out of bounds to my menial mouth!

It is her shoes I must suck on - along with all the other office workers' hardworking shoes!

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