The Dirt Beneath Their Feet
Many of the customer-mistresses to my public footoire-booth are just plain rude – studiously ignoring me like I am merely a piece of dirt beneath their feet:
Some pointedly focus on surfing the internet on their tablet PCs whilst I tongue-attend to the dirty soles of their footwear…
…even cruelly denying me a close-up view of their socktops!
I must focus only on their dirty shoesoles, whilst they stare into deep cyberspace above me!
Other customer-mistresses don’t even bother to sit down, sending text messages on their phone whilst I dutifully lick their street-soiled feet and footwear:
Even my Asian cleaner-mistress uses my sneaker-cleaning tongue in a standoffish and silent manner as she mops the dirty floor of the footoire around my imprisoned neck…
…ready for the next customer-mistress to nonchalantly use and abuse me:
Yes, they all take me for granted – and rightly so; for I am just a dirty and insignificant, public-footoire slave beneath their superior, female feet!