Kowtowing To His Sock
Regular customers Ms Mukta madam and her husband master Simon sir are mocking me, as is their wont. Ms Mukta begins the mockery: ‘Yo sock slavey, how’s it hangin’? Have you missed us and our nice sockies?’ I must dignify her mocking enquiry with a polite and respectful response. It’s the Law: ‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, oh pray master Simon sir, God bless you both masters. Truly I have indeed missed your socks, masters, and am blessed to be in their, and your, presences, masters, if you would be so kind and understanding to a pathetic sock slavey at your feet, masters?’ Master Simon sir then joins in the fun: ‘Kiss my foot, slavey, and praise my sock!’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. Oh pray master Simon sir, oh pray master Simon sir’s sock, truly you are both magnificent, masters. Oh master Simon sir’s sock, I am honoured to be in your presence, master the sock. Please don’t hurt me, sock? I kiss your shoe, sock.’ Ms Mukta giggles at me as I humbly and fearfully ko...