Under New Indian Ownership
My new owner, a pretty Indian lady, is explaining to me how I am going to be earning her, and her Indian husband, some money.
· She explains that I shall be kept chained, on my knees, to the public shoeshine chair they own on the busy railway-station concourse
· I shall be subject to the puMy new owner, a pretty Indian lady, is explaining to me how I am going to be earning her, and her Indian husband, some money.
· She explains that I shall be kept chained, on my knees, to the public shoeshine chair they own on the busy railway-station concourse
· I shall be subject to the punishing sting of the whip
· My job shall be to lickshine the paying public's dirty shoes and boots 24/7, 365 days a year
· Though I shall never be off duty, I shall be permitted to sleep, subject to there being no customers to serve, between the hours of 02.00 A.M. and 05.00 A.M. only. Any sleep outside of these hours shall be deemed to be 'slacking' on my part, and punishable by the aforementioned whip
· I must only ever look my customers in the foot
· I must only ever speak when spoken to, and even then may only converse about my customers' feet and/or footwear. If a customer-master or mistress is kind enough to speak to me on a non-footwear related matter, I must politely steer the conversation around, utilising humble slavespeak, to the subject of their feet and footwear e.g. if a customer asks me how I am doing today, my response must be along the lines of 'Oh pray master-sir (or mistress-madam), if it pleases you master-sir (or mistress-madam) truly this slave is all the better for having the privilege of tasting where the glorious master-sir (or mistress-madam) has been walking, thanking you kindly most respected master-sir (or mistress-madam)
· If I transgress any of these rules I shall be whipped (and not fed)
· If I fail to please a customer-master or mistress I shall be whipped (and not fed)
· If I fail to earn enough money to please my owner and her husband on any given day I shall be whipped (and not fed)
· If it pleases my customer-masters or mistresses, or my owner-master or mistress, on a whim I shall be whipped (and not fed)
· I shall be fed only slave bitter-bread and allowed to drink only stale drain-water, since my tastebuds must develop a taste and a hankering for shoe and bootleather only
· I may be permitted to taste hosiery - but only at the discretion of the customer-master or mistress wearing them; my primary focus is to be their outer footwear
· As the railway station where I am confined is closed on Xmas Day, and yet I am employed on a 24/7, 365 day a year basis, my Indian owner-master and mistress shall kindly ensure to leave me their dirty shoes and boots for lickshining, and socks for suckcleaning, so that I may spend Xmas Day continuing to work whilst everyone else, including my owners, is relaxing and celebrating the holiday period
· My 'minder', who shall ensure my compliance with all of the above stipulations, shall be my owner-mistress's 30 year old sister-in-law, miss Jaswinder, to whom I must show the same respect as I would my owners and all my customers, including the kissing and lickshining of her shoes on demand
· My new owner-mistress then proceeds to give me a foretaste of the whip, in order to accustom my bare back and shoulders to it's sting, before climbing up onto the shoeshine-chair of power in front of me and having her own shoes licked and cleaned by her new shoeshine-slave.
· nishing sting of the whip
· My job shall be to lickshine the paying public's dirty shoes and boots 24/7, 365 days a year
· Though I shall never be off duty, I shall be permitted to sleep, subject to there being no customers to serve, between the hours of 02.00 A.M. and 05.00 A.M. only. Any sleep outside of these hours shall be deemed to be 'slacking' on my part, and punishable by the aforementioned whip
· I must only ever look my customers in the foot
· I must only ever speak when spoken to, and even then may only converse about my customers' feet and/or footwear. If a customer-master or mistress is kind enough to speak to me on a non-footwear related matter, I must politely steer the conversation around, utilising humble slavespeak, to the subject of their feet and footwear eg. if a customer asks me how I am doing today, my response must be along the lines of 'Oh pray master-sir (or mistress-madam), if it pleases you master-sir (or mistress-madam) truly this slave is all the better for having the privilege of tasting where the glorious master-sir (or mistress-madam) has been walking, thanking you kindly most respected master-sir (or mistress-madam)
· If I transgress any of these rules I shall be whipped (and not fed)
· If I fail to please a customer-master or mistress I shall be whipped (and not fed)
· If I fail to earn enough money to please my owner and her husband on any given day I shall be whipped (and not fed)
· If it pleases my customer-masters or mistresses, or my owner-master or mistress, on a whim I shall be whipped (and not fed)
· I shall be fed only slave bitter-bread and allowed to drink only stale drain-water, since my tastebuds must develop a taste and a hankering for shoe and bootleather only
· I may be permitted to taste hosiery - but only at the discretion of the customer-master or mistress wearing them; my primary focus is to be their outer footwear
· As the railway station where I am confined is closed on Xmas Day, and yet I am employed on a 24/7, 365 day a year basis, my Indian owner-master and mistress shall kindly ensure to leave me their dirty shoes and boots for lickshining, and socks for suckcleaning, so that I may spend Xmas Day continuing to work whilst everyone else, including my owners, is relaxing and celebrating the holiday period
· My 'minder', who shall ensure my compliance with all of the above stipulations, shall be my owner-mistress's 50 year old sister-in-law, miss Jaswinder, to whom I must show the same respect as I would my owners and all my customers, including the kissing and lickshining of her shoes on demand
My new owner-mistress then proceeds to give me a foretaste of the whip, in order to accustom my bare back and shoulders to its sting, before climbing up onto the shoeshine-chair of power in front of me and having her own shoes licked and cleaned by her new shoeshine-slave.
