Humbly Acknowledging My Shame
A bright young woman, a smoker, stops to ask me how I am liking it – being a ‘public’s footslave, and that’? And ‘don’t I feel shame at having to kiss, like, people’s dirty FEET, and that?’ I humbly confirm to the, slightly inebriated, young woman, that I do indeed feel shame, and beg her female pardon? She just laughs at me and promptly shoves her own ‘dirty foot’ beneath my face for respect-kissing! With her tattoos and her freedom to smoke, this bright young woman has every right to mock me She asks me how I am liking it - having to kiss the public's dirty feet? I humbly acknowledge that I feel shame at my lowly position, begging your female pardon mistress? I humbly beg the superior young woman, my tormentress, for her forgiveness and understanding, miss? 'Oh pray, mistress... oh beg... have pity on me mistress, pretty pray?' Her response to my pathetic pleadings is to compound my shame by shoving her DIRTY SNEAKER onto my menial mouth! She laughs and looks down on m...