Slacker

Regular customer-mistress Ms Haranna Madam is crouching down in order to mock me. Another regular customer-mistress, Ms Mukta Madam, has left a pair of her dirty sneakers and socks for me to sniff over Xmas, and has also adorned my public humble head with a dirty Xmas hat. Ms Haranna Madam is asking me how I am liking it – having to smell a girl’s dirty shoes and socks throughout the holiday period, and don’t I feel ashamed?

I reply in the only way which the Female Laws of the Gynarchy permit me to, which is to respectfully and humbly confirm to the female questionner that I like it, but not that much, if she would be so kind and understanding to a public humble head at her sweet feminine mercy? I further confirm that I am indeed ashamed to be compelled to sniff dirty socks throughout the holiday period, and I apologise to customer-mistress Ms Haranna Madam for not being able to lickshine her shoes, given that customer-mistress Ms Mukta’s sneakers and socks are now in the way.

She laughs at me and says she understands my predicament, but that she will still have to report me to the authorities for refusing to lickshine her shoes. She reminds me that, as a public footservant, it is my duty to lickshine the shoes of whosoever approaches me, and that, just because it’s the festive season, it does not give me an excuse to slacken in my work, since I am merely a slave and therefore not entitled to any time off work.

I again apologise profusely to Ms Haranna Madam for my laziness and impudence, and plead with her to ask the Female Authorities to go easy on me, if she would be so kind and understanding? She tells me to shut up and keep sniffing her fellow female’s dirty socks.