Company Of Her Boots & Socks

I often wonder whether local beat officer, Officer-Mistress Ms Aneka Madam, is as lonely as I am during her night shift? If she is, she certainly doesn’t show it, stopping only to have her boots kissed whilst she checks that I remain securely confined in my dirty alcove, before continuing on her rounds. She never speaks to me, and nor should she, for she is much too high above me on the Gynarchy social scale to converse with the likes of me – a lowly, head-in-the-wall footslave.

Still, at least I have enjoyed the company of her boots and socks, however fleetingly.