Facing His Demons
The fearful footslave in the public underpass must regularly face up to his demons. Here we see him attending to the feet of the local streetwise girlgang-members. They certainly know how to treat a public footservant, as he must kiss-respect each of their feet in turn – for 15 minutes on each foot!
Afterwards, when the girls have all gone, the local Gynarchy demon crawls over to the humble head-in-the-wall in order to mock and torment him in his abject solitude.
He begins by asking the footslave how he had liked it – having to kiss a bunch of girls’ feet? He asks the wretched slave whether he doesn’t feel shame at having to taste where they have been walking, and at having to study their socks at such close quarters?
The demon sir then goes on to tell the footslave a bit more about each of his erstwhile customers, since he is, apparently, in league with them all and knows them all well. He informs the helpless humble head, for example, that the Sri Lankan girl with the plain black ballet-flats and lacy black secret socks (short, nylon socks which he gleefully points out to the slave are designed purely to garnish her vinegary toe sweat and dry, dead footskin, thus protecting the inner lining of her cheap shoes) is suffering from a verruca on her left foot. Ha! Ha! Does the slave think his mouth may now be infected with her verruca, and will an ugly mouth ulcer or wart now appear on his slave lips as a result? The demon then taunts the slave for several hours with this thought, calling him a ‘wart lips’ and ‘verruca mouth’, in between asking him how the Sri Lankan girl’s nylon socks had smelled under his nose as he had kissed her musty, black leather ballet-flats? Had they smelt sufficiently tart and vinegary for him? Did he like the smell? Was he now yearning for it to come back? Ha! Ha! The demon promised to see what he could do!
The devil in disguise then proceeds to inform the slave as to a few facts about the blonde girlgang-member with the shiny, black leather Chelsea boots and plain black bootsocks. He points out to the slave that her boots were a gift from her boyfriend – a biker man who happens to be a Hell’s Angel, and is thus well known to both the demon sir and his master. The demon also confirms that the blonde girl’s biker boyfriend is a much better man than the slave, and that she is therefore never wanting in the area of sexual gratification! In fact, she and her biker boyfriend had been making love earlier that day in their nearby squat shortly before she had presented her Chelsea boots to the footslave’s lips for kiss-respecting. The demon goes on to enlighten the slave as to the fact that, though he may not have noticed it at the time, one of the blonde girl’s black bootsocks – the one on her left foot – actually contained one of her biker boyfriend’s pubic hairs, as her socks had been lying on their bedroom floor during their lovemaking and had inadvertently picked up some of the dust and detritus from said floor. The demon sir asks the slave how he ‘likes them apples’? How does he like the thought that he had been kissing the boot covering a sock that had contained another man’s pubic hair? The demon then laughs wildly at the pathetic slave’s gormless expression as the humility of this humbling thought fully sinks in to his stupid footslave brain! The lowlife slave is nothing but another man’s girlfriend’s boot-kisser and sock-admirer, and even the stray pubic hair attached to the young woman’s sock, which belongs to that other man, is better than him!
Having suitably humbled the permanently immured prisoner-slave with that thought, the devilish demon sir then proceeds to give his solitary, captive audience member a few juicy titbits of information about the third girlgang member – the beautiful, young black woman with the orange hair and black baseball boots. He mockingly enquires of the slave whether he had noticed that this girl’s otherwise plain grey socks had contained little red-rose motifs on the sides? He questions whether her socks had smelt of roses, and had she thus been a rose between two thorns (referring to her two fellow-girlgang members)? Of course, the demon sir then goes on to broach that other ‘thorny’ issue – that of the condition of her soft, black feet inside those converse sneakers and socks. Did the slave know, for example, that this girl was suffering from itchy athlete’s foot? He explains that she often goes for a run, as she is a very fit and athletic girl (as well as being a Christian) which the slave should have been able to tell from her muscular, tattooed thighs towering over him whilst he had been paying his lip respects to her sneakers, but that as a consequence her feet often sweat a lot – thus giving rise to her unfortunate foot-ailment. The demon sir then lies to the slave, assuring him that he ‘needn’t worry’ as, unlike with the Sri Lankan girl’s highly contagious verruca, he can’t possibly catch athlete’s foot from merely kissing the outside of an athlete’s foot! Nevertheless he admonishes the slave for not trying to kiss the young woman’s foot better, and suggests that he should report the slave to his own master – the devil sir – for not offering to ease the young woman’s foot itch by politely and respectfully inviting her to remove her shoe and sock so that he could then soothe her toe-itch with his footslave tongue. The demon then informs the slave that, after careful consideration, he feels he has no choice but to tell on the slave, and what does he think his punishment will be? The whip? The branding iron? The stocks? Or perhaps a combination of all three?
Ha! Ha! The demon sir laughs at the slave’s distress at the thought of his impending punishment, and promises to make sure that all three girlgang members are around to witness his pain and suffering, since they are the ones he had failed to service properly. Attention to detail – that’s what is required in a public footslave (or so the demon sir opines). And with that, at last, the demon sir flies off in order to dob the footslave in to the devil.
Meanwhile the three girlgang members are carrying on with their superior lives elsewhere. Mistress Mohini – the Sri Lankan girl – is seated at home in her bedsit and applying ointment to her verruca. Mistress Marzanna – the blonde girl – is making love yet again with her hairy biker boyfriend in the privacy of their nearby squat. And mistress Mchawi – the black girl – is relaxing in a hot bath, her itchy, rose-themed socks now lying discarded on the bathroom floor. Socks which, by rights, should be soaking inside the footslave’s mouth. Let’s hope the demon sir does indeed report the slave for dereliction of duty to his master the devil sir, for this slave deserves to be punished with the fires of hell!
What’s that you ask? What about the prostitute mistress who had been watching proceedings from nearby? Where has she gone? Well, all we know is that she disappeared along with the demon sir, and that her working name is mistress Lilith. Or is that her real name?
