Little Choice
The down-in-the-dirt footslave has little choice but to study the backs of the beautiful, redhaired prostitute-mistress’s boots since she has chosen, of her own free female will, to stand directly in front of him whilst relaxing with her cigarette. She will not talk to him, of course, because he is a lowlife. But as he dutifully studies the backs of her boots, the slave reminds himself that she is his infinite better, and is thus deserving of his footslavish admiration and respect.