Sad Old Slave Man
To many happy couples, I'm just a sad old slave man, fit only to kiss their feet. And they are exactly right, of course! ‘Haha, look, honey! An old slave man! Let’s make him kiss your feet?’ The couple approach me: ‘Haha, are you ready to kiss feet, slave? The feet of my girlfriend?’ ‘Yes, master sir, if you would be so kind, master sir. Kissing feet is what I do, sir?’ ‘Haha, he’s ready for you now, honey. Make him kiss your feet!’ The young woman obligingly presents her scuffmarked walking boot to my menial, municipal mouth: ‘Kiss my foot, slave!’ The man laughs at me as my lowly lips obediently touch his girlfriend’s outstretched boot-toe: ‘Haha, that’s right, sad old slave man. Kiss my pretty girlfriend’s dirty boot! Haha!’ The girl laughs at me too, as I humbly eye up her SOCK. It's late evening, so I may surmise that she has been wearing that white sock inside her boot all day! After my public humiliation kissing the young woman’s feet, I overhear the ...