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On Election Day, I ,a 52 year old man,recently made redundant and finding a new job almost impossible to come by,due to my lack of qualifications,and a lack of jobs available in the current economic downturn, was the first person to go into my local polling booth,in the belief that I was playing my small,but important role,in helping to bring about better times,in Britain,that were surely just around the corner,and I eagerly casted my vote,in favour of the A.F.P.,the Authoritarian Female Party,and,in doing  so,i played my full part in bringing them to power.Not that they needed my help,particularly,for they cast aside any such token political resistance as there was,as easily as a bowling ball,shattering the defenceless formation of 10 pins,directly in it’s inexorable,and unstoppable path.

To say that I have since had reason to regret my choice of vote,is putting it somewhat mildly,to say the least.On the Monday morning following the all time record landslide victory by the A.F.P.,at exactly 8 a.m.,looking out of my front window,I saw an A.F.P. van,with the Party colours of a flag of blue,green,red,and yellow quarters,and the Party motto of ‘Hard But Fair’,on the side,roll to a stop outside my house,and 2 young Community Service Officers (C.S.O.’s) Karen and Linda,who are both blonde,very pretty,and pony tailed,and who I estimated to be still only in their late teens,emerged from the van,dressed rather attractively,I thought,in the A.F.P. uniform,of blue blazer,green blouse,red,short skirt,and yellow cotton ankle socks.Their footwear,was rather comfortable looking black,backless,rubber soled shoes,like clogs.Then they knocked on my front door, with the symbols of their new found power and authority,(for they had been unemployed themselves,like myself,just last Friday),their canes,and they changed my world.I was ‘arrested’and escorted by them,to the presence of the Community Services Liaison Officer,who assigned me to serve,as a Community Servant,in the brand new,and splendidly innovative facility,and of which there was now,as promised by the new Prime Minister,Caroline Flint,1 in every Town in the country,the Town’s ‘Sock Room’.

How I survived my first month,serving in the demeaning,degrading,and humiliating ‘Sock Room’,under the constant threat of ‘chastisement’,by the 2 young female bullies who had been detailed to supervise me,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,and from the almost intolerable,back breaking,muscle punishing,relentless toil,I do not know.Not to mention the almost constant mockery,and sarcasm,and the physical,as well as the verbal abuse,from my female tormentors,who were the frequent and regular visitors and users of the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,which was the place where I now worked,and served,to earn my Unemployment Benefit Payments,of £80. per week.And,by now,I had come to more than just suspect,that the ‘Sock Room’,would be the place where I would be forced to work,and serve in,until I reached the male retirement age,of 65. I was now,52.

Gradually,and mercifully,my aching muscles got more used to the back breaking work,of leaning over those huge,deep sinks,and of hand washing,rinsing,mangling,and ironing,the dirty socks of the Town’s female population,to a standard that would pass the critical inspection of my supervisors and ‘chastisers’,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda.I would have said that my work,or,service,in the ‘Sock Room’,was mind numbingly boring,and,of course,it was.It seemed to me that it was a sort of psychological cruelty,to be forced,hour after hour,day after day,week after week,and,I suspected and feared,that it would not be just month after month,but year,after mindless year,of suffering the mockery and the many forms of abuses from my female tormentors,who so loved to bring me their dirty socks to wash,and to put nice,clean,fresh ones on their feet,and to make my life as miserable as possible,while they did so.It would have been the easiest thing in the world,for the females of the Town to put their dirty socks into their washing machines at home,along with the rest of the family wash.But,of course,it was just one of the many ways that the now, all powerful females of the country,loved to exert and express their power and domination, over unfortunate Community Servants such as myself,Community Servant david 007.

And,of course,my work in the ‘Sock Room’ was boring.Excruciatingly so,but, my supervisors and my female tormentors delighted in ensuring that I was always kept far too busy,obeying their commands and their orders,to ever acquaint myself with the luxury of becoming bored.For,there was an endless supply of females sweaty,dirty,grimy socks,for me to diligently hand wash,and iron.Some of the Town’s females,I had by now noticed,would visit the ‘Sock Room’,to change their socks 2 or 3 times a day,loving the idea of piling up my wash load,and yet other females would wear their socks for days on end,to get them stinky,full of their foot sweat,so that they would be very hard for me to wash them clean,and also,to increase my humiliation.And,it was usually these same females,who would take the greatest of pleasure,in occupying 1 of the 2 recliners,which were the standard fixtures in every ‘Sock Room’ in the country,and were to inflict a more devastatingly profound humiliation,upon me,and upon every ‘Sock Room’ Community Servant in the country.These 2 recliners,were provided as a comfort and service facility,for any of the Town’s females,who may feel themselves so inclined,to freely avail themselves of,and to have at their command,the personal attentions and services, of the ‘Sock Room’ Community Servant,at a mere click of their fingers,or more accurately,by pressing a button,that rang a bell in the ‘Sock Room’ supervisors Office,that would bring one or both of them to attend the proceedings,of their instigation..

These 2 recliners were situated so that the feet of any females occupying the recliners,were protruding over the edge that separated upper level from lower level,and were tainting the air of my work area with the stink of their female foot odour.Though,I knew better,now,knew from day 1,in fact,than to voice a complaint,or even to let an expression of distaste,betray my feelings.

For,duties of a more personal nature,to females visiting the ‘Sock Room’ were,by now,well,and firmly established.Any such females as chose to avail themselves of this,decidedly more personal service,would only have to press a button that rang a bell in my supervisors Office,and then settle themselves comfortably,on one of the recliners,with their feet at the bottom of the recliner,invading my workspace,just above the edge of the perimeter wall.Then,a moment or 2 later,either C.S.O. Karen,or C.S.O. Linda,or sometimes both of them,would appear in the ‘Sock Room’,and,upon seeing the reason for the summons,1,or 2 females relaxing on a recliner with their feet protruding into the air of my workspace,and waiting for service.Immediately,then,I would hear the harsh,strident command”david! Foot Service!”In the by now well established routine,I would immediately,and I mean that very instant,stop whatever I was doing,and turn around and face the waiting,expectant feet of the female on the recliner.Standing up,at my height of 5 feet 7 inches,my face was on a convenient level with the female feet at the end of the recliner.Then,as commanded by my guards,I would report to those feet,with my face almost touching them.Then,as per the text book manual,my guards would pull down my white uniform shorts,around my ankles,so as to be better able to get good,clean strikes,at my exposed,bare buttocks with their canes,in the event that they should deem ‘chastisement’ necessary.Then,with my guards standing behind me,C.S.O. Karen to my left,as she is right handed,and C.S.O. Linda to my right,as she is left handed,(how convenient,for them!),then,with their canes at the ready,and watching closely,for my first sign of hesitation,or disrespect,as the female on the recliner whom I was serving,would first command me to sniff her dirty,sweaty,socked feet.Then,after she had filled my head with her foot stink,she would order me to take off her socks,and to put them in the hot soaking sink.Then,sitting/lying on her back on the recliner,so that she could enjoy watching me serve her,she would command me to lick her dirty,stinky,sweaty,grimy feet,from her heel to her toes,and,to spend a minute or 2,carefully,but also energetically,licking in between her dirty,stinky toes,while she looked into my eyes,and she was enjoying her complete and total power over me.And,I did not dare hesitate,for a second,nor allow myself to show the slightest sign of repugnance,for, I knew that my supervisors,with their cruel instruments of ‘chastisement’,were at the ready,ever vigilant,for the very first indication of any such disrespect.After I had repeated this procedure,of licking her foot from her heel to her toes,on her other foot,my Mistress of the moment would then lie on her stomach,and then command me to repeat the procedure,this time,starting first with her toes,and then work slowly,diligently,up her footscape,to her heel,where finally,she would order me to accommodate the whole of the bottom of her heel,in my mouth,and to put my tongue to work on it,pressing,rubbing,and licking,perhaps for several minutes,until she told me to stop,and to repeat my service,on her other foot,in exactly the same manner.After I had performed this degrading,humiliating duty for her,with the ever present threat of the canes of my guards,guaranteeing my obedience,she would order me to get a clean pair of socks,for her,and then to put them on her feet,for her,her feet,that I had just licked clean.Then,finally,after a respectful kiss to each of her feet,I may be commanded to put her footwear back on,for her.

Of course,there were many variations,to this personal service,and I have described the little ways of just 1 of my ‘regulars’,of which I had many,and they all have their own little ways,and,as they lie on their stomachs,on the recliner,their feet often seem to have their own individual personalities,quite independent,of their female owners.These feet,often seem to actually have minds of their own,as they probe,and explore the contours of my head and face,and their toes may breach,and then invade and explore the inside of my mouth,and,perhaps,finding my tongue,and capturing it,and keeping it prisoner,their very own, toe pleasuring little creature.

Shortly after I was assigned,by the Community Services Liaison Officer,to work and serve in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,,when I was still naïve as to the humble and oppressed nature of my new situation,I respectfully enquired of C.S.O. Karen, “Miss Karen,why do some of the girls and ladies make me lick their feet clean,for them? I mean,it’s not the same as washing them in soap and water,is it?” To which,C.S.O. Karen answered,with an amused smile,”I think you have just answered your own question,david”.And,C.S.O. Linda,who was listening in,on this very short dialogue,(for I was not permitted to try and make conversation,with my supervisors),chipped in,cheerfully,”it’s because they can,david.It’s because they can”.

Then,at the end of what I believed then,would be the longest month of my life (for,I still retained much of my naivete,), it was on that Friday,that,after my supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,had locked up the ‘Sock Room’ for the week end,that I felt that I had,at last,both the inclination,and the energy,to allow myself a rare treat,and to go into Town,and enjoy a few beers,even though I could not really afford it. For,though I now worked and served in the ‘Sock Room’ for 40 hours per week,to earn my Unemployment Benefit Payments,I was not so much as a single penny better off,financially.

So,buoyed up,somewhat,by the pleasant notion of going into Town,later,for a well earned beer or 2,I hastened homeward,with a somewhat lighter step,than was my norm,of late,to get a bite to eat,and to take a shower,after first depositing my white uniform clothes,that were soaked through with the sweat of my toil,of slaving over the deep sinks of the hot,steamy ‘Sock Wash’,and the ironing board,all day,into my laundry basket.

After that Friday night in Town,I vowed that I would never return there again,of my own accord,at least,until I could officially divest myself,of my Community Servant’s uniform,(which,by law,I was obliged to wear,off duty,as well as on duty),having at last found myself a job of gainful employment.And so,going into Town,wearing a clean Community Servant uniform of white T shirt (with my I.D.,’Community Servant david 007’,on front and back,and white shorts),my Friday evening did not turn out to be the pleasant excursion,that I had envisaged.When I entered one of the Town’s bars,looking forward to,and almost tasting,my first sip of nice,cold beer in over a month,members of the Town’s drinking public regarded me,as though I were some mangy dog,that had somehow cunningly contrived to get into the bar,undetected,and I was ridiculed and abused,by all of the females who set their eyes upon me.

Upon finding the atmosphere in the Town’s bars,somewhat incongenial to my tastes,I decided to go outside,into the Town Square.In the Town Square,I readily noted,that the Public Caning Post,and every single one of the stocks,on this very busy Friday evening,were occupied by the white uniformed figures of Community Servants,who were serving their punishment sentences of ‘chastisement’.I also noted,that the stocks on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,all 6 of them,were also occupied,by the hapless and hopeless white uniformed figures,of dejected and despairing,pitiable and pathetic,Community Servants,such as myself.And,I noticed that,on this busy Friday evening,(Friday and Saturday were by far the Town’s busiest nights),that the 6 occupied stocks on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,were insufficient to service the requirements of the 10 plus,prostitutes,who were plying their trade,that night,between the hours of 10 p.m.- 2 a.m.

The Community Servants serving at these stocks,were secured firmly in place,on their hands and knees,with the scant protection of a rubber mat,to kneel upon,and with their heads protruding through a hole in the stocks,that ensured that their heads were held exactly in place,about 2 feet above the pavement,at the recommended height for the maximum convenience of those females,who so chose to avail themselves of the relief,pleasure,and comfort,of the proffered faces of the Community Servants,at their feet,and at their disposal

And,as I watched,unable to look away,fascinated by this amazing,appalling,almost surreal tableau,of the humiliating subjugation,and the cruel,pitiless oppression,of these Community Servants,such as myself,1 of these ‘ladies of the night’,tottered ,unsteadily,on her high heeled stiletto shoes,back towards the stocks,disappointed at not being able to agree terms with a potential client,at his car by the roadside,and,as she approached the stocks,I noticed a fleeting expression,which was a combination of pleasure and relief,touch the features of this rather mature lady,who seemed to me to be well into her 50’s,though she was still quite attractive,in her way,as she spotted another prostitute,who had just seen another car pull up to the kerb,vacate her ‘berth’ at the stocks.Now,this rather mature,attractive prostitute,immediately set her course,and made a beeline for these newly vacated stocks,before another footsore prostitute should spot it too,and beat her to it.Then,immediately upon reaching those stocks,without ceremony,she sighed,deeply,and I watched,spellbound,and totally appalled,as she eased her right,tired,aching foot,from her high heeled stiletto shoe,and,with her back to the stocks,she lifted her foot backwards,and,upon easily finding,through plenty of practise,the face of the Community Servant,who happened to be serving in these stocks,for some misdemeanour or other,she blissfully massaged her right foot,on the fixed in place face of the Community Servant,for a minute or so,before switching to her left foot,and continuing with her relief giving,and pleasurable foot massage,on the proffered face of the Community Servant,who,for as long as she occupied these stocks,that he served,tonight,would be totally at her disposal,completely at her service,and comprehensively,her own personal foot servant,serving at her tired,aching,needful,and demanding,stiletto shod feet.And,while she availed herself of the personal service of the Community Servant,she kept her eyes open,on the lookout for any potential clients,either from cars by the roadside,or from the general direction of the Town Square,itself.The ‘ladies of the night’,would repeat this procedure,over and over again,between seeing their clients,in what was by now,a well established routine,on ‘Prostitutes Pararade’.

I was shocked,by these depraved goings on,in the Town Square,that Friday night,and of this cruel,sadistic subjugation,this abhorrent ‘chastisement’,of the wretched figures of the white uniformed Community Servants,of whom I was 1 of their number,even though I was no longer a stranger,by now,to ‘chastisement’,after serving for 1 month,now,in the sweat shop,in the hell hole,that is the ‘Sock Room’.But,I now realized,when I saw 2,cane wielding,Community Service Officers,on foot patrol,in their distinctive uniforms,of the Authoritarian Female Party,of blue blazer,green blouse,red,short skirt,and yellow cotton ankle socks,and with the A.F.P. issue footwear,,of very comfortable looking,black,backless,rubber soled shoes,like clogs,on their feet,I now realized that I had no sympathy to spare,for the other Community Servants,for,as the 2 Community Service Officers approached,and drew nearer,I now sensed an air of menace,about them,that was almost an aura,and I knew,instinctively,and with absolute certainty,that it would be a very bad idea,for me to let them see me,and so,I hurried away from the Town Square,like a frightened rabbit,running away,sensing that it is about to be preyed upon,and,by the most direct route,I hastened towards my own rabbit hole,toward the sanctuary,of my home.

Watching the news on T.V. over that week end,left me,and could leave no one else who watched it,in any doubt,that the A.F.P.,the Authoritarian Female Party,had now established an iron grip,on Britain,and that life had never been so good.And ,that it was going to get a lot better,too.Providing,of course,that you just happened to be female.The Community Services Minister,Madeline Steel,proudly announced a new overtime initiative,that was now available,to all Community Service Officers,and she urged them to take advantage of the excellent rates of pay,that this overtime offered them.

And,the Prime Minister,herself,Caroline Flint,of whom the ‘Sock Room’ concept,was her own personal brainchild,now announced,that,from now on,’Sock Room’s’,would have longer opening hours,to help to cope with the heavier demands of females,in every Town and City in Britain,who wanted less restrictions on the times available,to them,when they could have access to clean socks,and,if they so wished,to have their feet licked clean,by the ‘Sock Room’ Community Servants.And,promised the new Prime Minister,Caroline Flint,soon,the larger Cities of Britain would be opening the doors of more ‘Sock Rooms’,and that,already,there were over 20 ‘Sock Rooms’,in the Greater London area.

My COMMUNITY SERVICE continues,in Part 4.