The Scratching-Post
Not all public footslaves need to be proficient in the delicate art of tongue-shining a lady’s shoes or boots. Some substandard footslaves, like me, are deemed to be incapable of such privileged and highly-skilled work, and are relegated to much simpler tasks. We sometimes like to fool ourselves that we are more ‘specialist’ footslaves – but we are, in reality, just unskilled, dumb-ass footslaves who are simply too stupid to serve a lady’s feet or footwear with any degree of competence. Therefore we tend to be employed as ladies’ public sock-sniffers; or as public doormats on which ladies can simply wipe their dirty feet; or as bootscrapers in the countryside; or even as ornamental foot-kissers in plush hotel foyers. Or, like me, as public ‘scratching-posts’! Yes, I am nothing but a humble scratching-post for ladies with itchy feet. Literally itchy, that is – not figuratively itchy! Although I am designated for the use of the female public , I am confined in an unmarked, private cubic