After Dinner

The two happy couples at Ms Karen’s little, informal soiree have now retired to the living room after dinner – their bellies full of the delicious food she had prepared for them earlier.

The cangued footslave is now having to lickshine the dirty sneaker soles of one of the mistress’s esteemed guests – Ms Anna madam. Ha! Ha! No sweet tasting, after dinner mints for him (unless she has walked on some discarded chewing gum?)! Indeed, this is the only thing he’s had to eat all day – the street dirt and detritus which Ms Anna madam has been casually walking on, mixed in with the flavour of her dirty, cheap leather, sneaker sole!

Ha! Ha! What a fool he is! No wonder everyone present – including his master and mistress’s pet dog – is laughing at him. I mean, just consider this wretched slave’s humiliating position and station in life:

·         He is on his hands and knees in front of a beautiful girl, whilst wearing a demeaning, heavy wooden cangue-collar around his neck

·         That cangue not only contains disparaging words which eloquently sum up his humble existence – dirty; fool; fear; whipped; feet, socks; slave– words chosen for him by his master and mistress

·         It is also still adorned with his mistress’s airing socks – the only difference being that the flowery-patterned, blue and white socks (which are the stinky, unwashed pair) have now been placed onto the small of his whipped back, where their sweat must surely be oozing into his sore pores and causing him additional smarting pain? They have been moved there in order to make room for Ms Anna madam to position her outstretched sneaker onto the dirty, wooden footrest built into the heavy cangue directly beneath the footslave’s kneeling face

·         Ms Karen’s green and red, argyle patterned socks are still hanging at the front of his face from the ignominious, garishly-coloured ‘footfool cap’ he is obliged to wear as an additional public humiliation in front of his mistress’s guests

·         Meanwhile his slave-tongue is attached to the dirty sole of the bright, young woman’s sneaker-toe, tasting where she has been. No wonder the wearer of that dirty, filthy sneaker is looking down upon him with contempt; he disgusts her!

·         And all the while he is required to look at her plain, black anklesock directly in front of him. He is at her lowly sock level!

Ha! Ha! Ms Karen is right to toast the success of her evening. She has entertained her two guests and humiliated her household footservant in front of them, and a fun time has been had by all – apart from the footservant, of course! Though when you see how voraciously he is lapping up the dirt from the bottoms of Ms Anna’s sneakers, maybe the fool is actually enjoying himself! Ha! Ha! Can you hear the tiny bells on his footfool cap tinkling with every lick?

Ha! Ha! Like I said earlier – what a loser! A sock-airing, sock-staring, sneaker-licking loser! Let’s join in the collective laughter at him!